Wilbur wasn’t born here, by all accounts, he just appeared one afternoon looking lost, with his unexpected arrival creating great curiosity among the community and a bit of a headache for the Woodland Elders, who had no idea what he was, and where he might be accommodated. But after lengthy discussions and heartfelt consideration concerning how nervous he was, and the woeful look in his eyes, it was decided that if he agreed to abide by the law and be kind to everyone, he could stay.

Wilbur has settled nicely into life here in the woodland, making many friends and joining the woodland Night Guardians Patrol Unit. Admittedly he has a few little foibles; like the uncanny and sometimes alarming ability he possesses to come up behind you without making a sound and then there is his tendency to be a bit of a hypochondriac! But with that said, Wilbur has proved himself to be the gentlest wolf (Judge Justice Stern Owl looked it up) and wonderful addition to our community. Oh! and the loyalist friend you could ever have hoped or wished for.