🦅 Gypsy 🦅

Gypsy was getting old too. He'd noticed it in his friend and leader, Honeydew, whose paws ached with each step she took. Neither wolf moved much nowadays, leaving the moving to their younger packmates.

Once upon a time, Gypsy's paws didn't get sore, and he could explore for hours. His younger days were filled with adventuring the faraway lands, getting to know things he didn't previously know. It was always his job to find out what biomes the pack was surrounded by. He helped them settle where they had now, in the Prarie.

Nowadays, he couldn't wander as far as he wished. He could only travel a few miles outside of their territory, then come back with minimal items they could use. He continues to live out his days, resting easy in his den with his younger pack members.