Wheeling Gull Isle shaolin monk motherfunk

Seeing not one but two wolves approach sent Wilson's tail into an eager fit, but the cool voice that she was greeted with was enough to bring her back down. She understood that she was technically the threat here, so it made sense for the first responders to be on edge, but did they have to be so upfront about it? I'm Wilson, she said, warmly enough despite her drooping spirits, I saw the island and I was interested, I guess.

The brute in the shadows was more intimidating than the girl who she'd been met by, but Wilson didn't mind. It's not like she planned to do anything to set him off, anyway; not wanting to be rude, she nodded to them both and wondered if they were up to returning the favor of an introduction. I've been wandering. And wondering, too. What's this place called?