Wheeling Gull Isle eeyore's house

He'd managed to clear a patch of the beach with the help of a few wolves, and by the time they collectively realized how much work it was (and that they needed a break), most of the group had splintered off to different sections of the isle. Titmouse could see @Moorhen's pile from his vantage point but he didn't see her anywhere; it was more likely she was settled somewhere atop it, guarding it shrewdly like before.

As a means to relax after a long few hours of work, Titmouse found a patch of exposed sand and dropped in to it. Most of it was still damp and quite solid, but there was a segment hidden beneath an overhang of trees that sifted with his weight. He rolled there for a few moments, stretching out his long limbs and sprawling, then wriggled and rolled until he rolled to his belly. From here, he could see a few sticks clustered against a ridge of exposed stones which he could clean up, send off to sea — but they were out of the way, not really an issue.

So he got up and wandered over, investigating the pile and then testing the branches. He placed one of his paws across the nearest beam and pressed his weight upon it, feeling it lurch a little — suddenly, a lot — and then SNNNP! the branch came apart, causing Titmouse to flail and collapse upon the small pile moments later.