Duck Lake There's no I in "team", but there's two in "idiot"

Phoenix carried the disappointment of his former alphas like a boulder on his back. He supposed this wasn't a new feeling, but the unpleasantness of it didn't lessen the second time around. How many leaders was he bound to let down in his life? How long would he be unsatisfied with his life and let the silt of his malcontent muddy what could've been clear waters? The yearling sighed as he reached the Creek's borders -- a trail he'd walked many times -- and he wondered if he'd ever return to them one day. Slow and mournful, he cried a howl to his former packmates (lending a special note to @Clock) as he bid them all a disheartened farewell. He didn't know any of them well, but he thought it was common courtesy to leave behind no assumptions of his absence.

Looking back a final time, he began to make way for Duck Lake, traveling by dusklight at a pace befitting the throes of a sad and lonely wolf.

Suuuuuper backdated to when Phoenix left SCC.