Wheeling Gull Isle renege

He made a mad dash for the bone but she seemed to anticipate this, and followed without missing a beat. He was bigger by a small margin but it was enough, so Titmouse grabbed the bone and tried to swing his hips at her approach and deflect her, which she deftly avoided. She grew more aggressive and her commanding voice made him laugh soundlessly, though not derisively, and he tossed the bone away just as she intercepted him. Titmouse couldn't help the happy note that rumbled from his chest as Moorhen collided with him; he huffed some airy laughter and swept his tail high behind him, even as he lost balance. If she went for the discarded bone as it skid across the sand towards the pile, he would be hot on her heels.