Wheeling Gull Isle renege

She moved to plant herself atop the bone, so that... Sort of put a stop to everything. The look on her face made him a little nervous. The tense atmosphere had melted away and it seemed more like the air had gone stale, because certainly the playfulness had come to a halt. He would've invited her more vocally if he could, but just the look on her face made him hold back. His bow turned in to a sphinx-pose, and then he drew back and coasted slowly around the pile of sticks.

Titmouse poked his nose around the monument-sized pile but didn't attempt anything else, and when it became clear she wasn't about to move (and was not going to play any further) he looked around for the nearest toiling body and ducked away from her. If she wasn't going to be any fun, then it was back to work. Maybe once he got going with the beach-cleaning he'd find something good to bring back and add to the pile. Either way, he was drifting off and leaving her to her own devices.