Wheeling Gull Isle renege

He didn't want to stop. Playing wasn't something Titmouse actively engaged in very often, and he certainly had not expected the game to last this long with Moorhen, but he was relishing the attention. She snarled and signaled a denoument to their brief flurry of activity, and he was left huffing and puffing while she turned away.

Titmouse's mouth gaped wide in what would have been a sharp whine if he had the ability, but looked more like a petulant yawn - and he glanced away, looking up the beach at all the bodies still working hard. He wasn't quite ready to let the game go, so he made a sudden mad dash at the other side of the pile -- bypassing it entirely though, watching for Moorhen to get defensive, and popped around the other side with a play bow and a big smile directed her way.