Wheeling Gull Isle eeyore's house

Seeing that her invitation to play had gone unanswered and unnoticed, Moorhen dropped the stick and stared after the male, head cocking to the side as she tried to understand what he was up to. The stick lay forgotten between them for a moment, until it caught Moorhen's eyes again and she set a paw possessively upon it. Now it was a gift, since Mou had relinquished it to her. She thought about bringing to her pile for a moment before abandoning it there in the sandy, snow-covered grasses and following Mou to what she thought might be his pile. It was wholly underwhelming, and not nearly as well-crafted or massive as her own, but she still kept a respectful distance, tail fluttering uneasily as she watched him snuffle through his paltry pile of sticks.