Wilhelmina felt as though she shouldn't have been there; part time Ruiner, part time Havener, she's leading a double life and torn between two worlds. The Ruins are enemies with the Thunderlands, a raid having just been launched on the group. A staunch healer, she's taken to staying out of battles all together. She knows that the warriors of the clan are likely to have obtained injuries, either minor or major, and the Wind Haven was dedicated to helping. With a basket overflowing with various herbs, she's settled at the border. Though she smells more prominently of Mt. Kodiak, she's swift to declare to anyone who might pick up on the sandy, blood tinged scent of the Harrow Desert lingering more subtly on her pelt, "Wilhelmina here, representing the Wind Haven. I've brought you all some herbs."