Gil

Hunter: Chaser

"Sure. Yeah. I'll make sure to keep that in mind, sugar."

Fur like sun-kissed grasses on a prairie of dust and citrine. Fur like fresh summer, goodness, wildflower honey, canaries taking flight, lofty breezes- and everything in-between. Fur like that of dawning clouds and newborn flames.

And then, of course, those life-stealing eyes that revoke everything her pelt stands for.

Gil is not the nicest wolf in the pack- and, taking her position as one of dominant stature and less of social standing, doesn't pretend to be. A heartbreaker with a barbed tongue that can reduce even an Alpha to tears, she drifts smugly from mate to mate, pack to pack, and friend to friend. And she accepts this as her life; if no wolf can ever truly change, then what's the point in pretending to have higher morals?

This Hunter believes in a predestined life and afterlife- fate will guide her to where she's meant to be in this world and the next. She'll never attempt to go against what seems inevitable; but if there's one thing Gil will never be, it's a slacker. Contributing to the pack as much as she can, Gil is the epitome of loyalty... Well, loyalty to whoever she's with at the moment.

Gil's theme is Ray Charles's Hit the Road, Jack.