Gilded Bay Oceans don’t speak to each other, they just wave

so sorry for the late reply!

“It is, just a few members for now, but we hope to grow more. It’s a bit of a trail down the shoreline, but we’re there.” Her tone was hopeful when she spoke of Margaritaville, she wanted it to be something others knew about. And she wanted it to be something that would grow. As for the others in the near area, Gracious felt curious. “I haven’t met really any of the other packs that inhabit near the ocean yet. It may be time to introduce ourselves.”

As for Wraen’s pack, Gracious followed the other’s general point and noticed the mountain range. Then below, something she couldn’t see too well, the forests that seemingly engulfed the bottom. It looked fresh and welcoming, and a bit far. “What made you venture so far from home, Wraen?”