Wheeling Gull Isle renege

Right as she let down her guard (not really relaxing but close enough), Titmouse gulped a deep breath like he was about to dive through a cloud of noxious farts and appeared to start the game up again. This time he faked going for the pile and turned towards the discarded bone, which he scooped up in his teeth and playfully brandished as a new trophy. His body language was saying 'come get it!' But there was an edge to his posture, a lifting of his chin and an unintentional swagger, like he was trying to impress her. Titmouse had never courted anyone before and didnt know why he naturally fell in to such behaviors - something in the air had prompted this, or maybe he just liked the attention she was giving him.