Wheeling Gull Isle eeyore's house

When the beam came to a halt, it wasn't because it had lost momentum, but because the boulders blocked the way. Somehow the red shape had turned on the sand and when it collided with the stones there was a flurry of red particles set free, like fireflies. The wood groaned and settled against the sand after that, wedged against the boulders. Beside the dislodged beam was Moorhen, prancing around happily.

Titmouse watched this from the burm. Seeing her displaying her glee was entertaining in one sense, and otherwise quite charming since his previous experience with her had been - well, not lacking in fun, but somewhat limited. It was nice to see her having fun. However, it didn't last too long — she dipped her nose and began to investigate the red thing's surface and he decided to close the distance, loping easily across the beach until he was on the other side, and sniffing at it himself.

Mou - what? she asked him, as if he had any idea what the thing was. But it had reminded him of her grand pile, and seemed like a good addition. There was no way for them to take the massive thing over to her pile now, though (as if they ever had a chance), so he could only shrug. Her little huff sent bits of paint chips flying of her nose, and he huffed an airy wolf-laugh at her — Cute, he deemed her.

Was to be pren-sen, um, gift? there, he at least could manage that word without too much issue. To make it a bit clearer, he motioned towards the section of beach where she'd come from, to the dark silhouette of her pile, and then grabbed the nearest portion of the beam and mimed himself dragging it that way.