Not Like This

Since Indigo's sister and Duchess had demolished the man's pride and mental well being, Gypsy was never far from his side. The tiny wolf did what she could to cheer him up. She made sure that he was eating. Sometimes she brushed out his mane. Little things to let him know that he wasn't alone. And just when he'd begun to improve... Duchess lost her pups. Indigo was struck so low that he could barely car for himself, let alone lead a band. So when Emersyn called for them, Gypsy had a fairly good idea of the reason.

Leaving the goats in Bertha's care, the plum and snow fae made her way towards where Emersyn and Segin sat. Over time, with constant work, Gypsy had become more independent. She relied on others less and less to navigate, despite not being able to see. Her senses were heightened now that she actually had the freedom to use them. It didn't take her long to join the pair. Reaching out with a tiny paw, Gypsy felt for Emersyn, gauging their closeness. With a little smile, she waited to hear what the woman had to say.

Gypsy "Bertha"