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Unfortunately both Bobbi and I have decided to leave for a while, so this will be a joint departure thread. Please read this thread for more information
No amount of coffee, no amount of crying
nothing else will do
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine

With every day the children were growing and learning a little bit more about the world they were living in. Maggie spent almost every waking minute with her children, trying to teach them everything she knew. They were comfortable around Jasper and Kimbra, though Florence still twitched nervously every time she ruffled her feathers. All her children had received a customary Monroe family tradition; they all wore jewelry hand-selected for them by their mother. Maggie’s green-jeweled bangle still shone bright on her wrist, she had never taken it off since her own mother had given her it. Perhaps that was the only thing her gypsy mother had passed on to her; her love of shiny jewels.


Houston had received a regal gold chain that was wrapped around his neck twice because of his small neck. He looked magnificent in it; the gold brought out his eyes. Memphis received one of Maggie’s own necklaces that had been given to her by a long lost friend. A chipped blue cross hung around her neck on a dainty silver chain. Florence received a necklace as well, a a gold chain with a green and purple design. The cheap gold had mostly faded away and a few of the stones had fallen out but otherwise it was fine. The three children wore their trinkets and always had them close to their heart. Maggie’s heart swelled with pride whenever she could hear the metal jingle.


Maggie’s interests in the pack had waned. She heard of Sirius’ departure, and wondered what sort of dark thing had actually happened. That meant that Salvia was the sole leader now besides her mother, if she even still had any sway with her at all. This was not a healthy environment for her family to succeed in. Denver had agreed, and so the family had chosen to leave peacefully. They were to leave a note explaining their situation, wanting to try living back where Denver came from. In fact they had no real destination in mind, they just knew they would be welcomed back peacefully if they needed to return to their homeland. Maggie also wrote a note to Niro explaining why they were leaving and where they were thinking of heading on a piece of paper attached to Kimbra. The bird flew out just as they were packing up the horse with the bare essentials they needed. The kids were too big to sit all on Jasper’s back, however, so they would have to take turns walking with the great white thoroughbred.


The family looked back at their crumbling residence once last time before taking off just as the sun was starting to rise. Memphis eagerly lead the party with his father, but Maggie was lagging behind with the sleepy girls. By the time they reached the barbed wire fence at the northern border, the sun was fully illuminating the world around them and the children were all trotting together happily in front of their old packland. “Well, this is it,” She said to her mate almost fearfully, looking to him for comfort. She grasped his hand and squeezed it tightly as she walked past the fence, finally free.

The travel had been slow at first so that the children could get used to the amount of walking at first. They had stopped for a rest at the side of a lake a few days walk west of Salsola. The group quickly packed up the next morning at the crack of dawn. But no one had seen the forgotten bag that had been left on the other side of the tree; inside, sleeping happily, was Memphis.


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Everything had changed. It wasn't fast, and it wasn't all at once, but it was too much. Denver and Magnolia had a family now, something he never would have imagined a year ago. A year ago, he would've still been on that same power trip, hungering for something he could never truly have. But today, today was different.


The end of Sirius' reign marked the beginning of something that the pair had not intended for their children. Sure, Salsola had always been a darker place, but for a while Denver had taken pride in that. Now, though, he remembered his friend Caspa, and how she had been so wary of the place-- why hadn't he seen that?


The ivory mutt's adult brain had gone through some strange metamorphoses, and his thoughts focused on his progeny almost more than himself now. Magnolia's presence in his life was the best thing that could have happened to him; something that, without Salsola, might never have happened. He couldn't forget that, nor would he let himself. But Salvia was a different creature than Sirius or Eris had ever appeared to him. She had none of the same charm that he had so loved about Eris, and she was younger than him to boot. That alone made him cringe, and the thought of this girl ruling over their lives had not sat well with the wolfdog.


They had taken a lot of time to decide what they wanted to do, and although Magnolia had suggested they return to the Court, Denver could not abide. He had left a negative imprint there, and although their visit had gone well, he just hadn't felt a desire to raise his children there, despite it's welcoming exterior and the presence of Maggie's family. She had even brought up the possibility of moving back south to settle with his family, but Denver wasn't so sure of that, either.


In the end, they had decided to just go; their destination would come to them. Even the children were excited for an adventure, at first. The break of dawn came early that morning, and the little family departed from the familiar, crumbling ruins. Pale blues paused to settle on the sight once more, knowing that they would likely not come back here. He squeezed Magnolia's slim silvery hand in response and nodded solemnly. Something about that hurt, but he knew it was for the best.


A few days into the trip and the children had grown noticeably less enthused by the travel. Although Houston was keeping up well, the jingling of his daughters' baubles got more and more quiet as the miles progressed. That night they had made camp beside an unfamiliar lake, and when the morning came Denver's back was stiff from the hard ground. Already he missed his bed, and the warmth of having a roof over their heads. It would all come back soon, though, he had to tell himself. Little did he know that they would be missing something else even sooner.

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