Wheeling Gull Isle shaolin monk motherfunk

Set for tomorrow (July 19th). Wilson has some questions!

There was so much to be seen; so much to be experienced! Moving without the pressures of a pack gave Wilson the chance to enjoy her leisure for once, and so she did whenever she could. Each morning, she would move further inland to rest in the thin foliage that lined the treeline. This was where she stayed from dawn until dusk, at which point she would move out and recommence her travels.

Not far from Drageda were more marked borders, albeit of a different sort. Scents were mingled in with the strong odor of sea salt; Wilson relied on the near silent noises of silhouettes to determine whether or not the land beyond the bar had been claimed. Even with having grown up beside the sea, she'd never seen a group so bold as to claim a territory like this, so her interest was immediately peaked.

The moon only offered enough light to make out smudges here and there, but without permission, she didn't want to proceed any further. Instead, she just stood and watched, waiting to see if someone might approach.