Romantic, down-turned eyes hued by the softest lavender, Gala is a drifter, a shifting beauty of milky haze. Her body glides, her canter always presentable. She was raised to be shown. Her loyalty ran with a group of wolves who declared her ‘too perfect to eat’. She left as of recently and now wanders around like a flurried snow in the crisp wind.

She happens to be an empathetic, all-in girl. Her hopeless romantic naivety most times gets her in deep. When she loves, it’s never superficial. It’s an open wound that reopens … over and over again.

She offers attention to those in need of it and knows her forest like it is her father. She takes care of nature and appreciates every living thing and detail.receive.