Wheeling Gull Isle Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away.

Something Gramma Towhee can only do on the Isle... see, it was a good idea, great even! Except the big problem was that Dinah didn't know what was and wasn't on the mainland.
Her brows knit together in an inquisitive look. Okay, she, then, decides to position herself properly for an interview, one paw pressed up against her chin, ears flattened. what's the mainland like?
In truth, this question had multiple meanings. One: it could give her an idea of what Isle-exclusive fun activity Gramma Towhee would enjoy, and two: she found herself increasingly curious about that land bridge. She longed to know what else was out there, to explore and to see beyond her little sheltered, peaceful home. And sheltered she was indeed.
Taking a quick glance over her shoulders to the left and right, she tries to pick out what she would assume the mainland did not have. Does the mainland have trees? And, like, rocks, n' stuff? I'onno.