Biography
When Gypsy saw Saint her heart skipped at least 5 beats. Everything about the younger male was by her definition perfect, the fur, the face, the confidence. The only problem was that he had no interest in her. From the very start she made her feelings clear, and he made it clear he was uninterested in taking on a mate unless it was one of his battle maidens. So Gypsy started coming on hunts and patrols to gain his favor. If Saint went to the river, Gypsy went to the river. If Saint went hunting, Gypsy went hunting. If Saint said jump, Gypsy said how high, the she-wolf did anything the male said and eventually he began to pay attention. At first it was random casual conversations, then it was invitations to hunts or perhaps a stroll through the forrest, which then became small 'accidental' side brushes. Then slowly it escalated to grooming and tail twists, he began to seek her out if she wasn't by his side. He got grumpy if he saw her lingering around other males and began to insist that she joins every patrol despite her lack of skill. Once Saint claimed alpha he quickly asked Gypsy to be his mate, which she of course happily accepted.
Breeding Info
N/A
| Personality
A wanderer and hopeless romantic who fell madly in love with the packs best warrior Saint.
Preferences
Sadly IB ;^; (Riddle and Sold Your Soul appearing a couple times along with others D:)
Special Skills
Gypsy had spent most of her puphood alone, her mother was there at fist but right after Gypsy could eat solid food she abandoned the pup leaving her to fend for herself. She got by on scraps and friendly creatures, bouncing from place to place. Some nights she'd find a cave deep in the woods, others she would sleep behind buildings in nearby human towns. Despite raising herself the defected pup kept a positive attitude and easily grew attached to others. She took on many mates before meeting Saint and each one either passed away, left her, or became cruel causing her to flee. Each time this happened the she-wolf would take a optimistic approach, promising herself that she would find 'the one' which luckly was the truth in her case. The day she met Saint she had been wandering through uncharted woods.
Gypsy simply adored his new found forest, it smelled of pine and adventure. Her paws fell heavily on the leaves around her causing quite a ruckus which she didn't mind. Most creatures knew better than to bother a wolf, but Gypsy couldn't help but feel as if she was being watched.
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Winter 
Night Weather: 
Brimstone Moon: 
