Stavanger Bay the world it softly lulls

Set for July 20th. Wilson has some questions! She's a few yards from the border.

Howling laughter woke Wilson from her midday slumber. The sun was high and mighty, beaming down onto the Wilds, but the cool breeze of the ocean offered some solace. For a moment, she wondered if she might be able to go back to sleep and ignore the calls of her peers, but curiousity got the best of her (as per usual).

Approaching the territory, Wilson slowed once she noticed the intimidating cliffs and peaks that lined it. She was apprehensive, but continued on nonetheless, figuring that it couldn't have been that bad inside with all of the fun that they seemed to be having.

It was unlike Wilson to call, but she worried that she would remain unnoticed with all of the commotion. After nosing around the land just outside of the territory, she positioned herself a ways back and gave a soft howl, hoping that she would be heard.