Wheeling Gull Isle eeyore's house

Mou joined her on the beach with an odd non-sequitur. Cute. Moorhen glanced around but decided she must've just misunderstood him, because she didn't think the beam was very cute and there were no puppies or other cute things around and - oh wait, her? Either way, she studiously ignored the remark, because she wasn't sure if he'd been talking about her or if it had been a snipe if he was.

Instead, she turned her attention fully to the beam as he explained its purpose. Which was equally mistifying to the shewolf, as she had no idea why Mou would want to give her a present. "Fyrir mig?" she breathed, forgetting in her wonder to speak the common tongue. She corrected herself the next time she spoke, asking a simple, "But why?" On two counts. Why would he want to give her something, and why would he think she wanted that thing? 

She was still terribly flattered, and it likely showed on her dark face.