Wheeling Gull Isle and her body got that ass that a ruler couldn't measure

@Titmouse

After another eventful trip to the mainland, Moorhen was finally ready to rest for a few days back at home. Although it hadn't been all bad, she still felt terribly about leaving the island so often, even if - at times - it seemed as though she really couldn't stop herself.

The first thing she did was comb the edges of their land, making sure no unfamiliar scents were present. She'd been keeping an eye on the sandbar when she was in the area, but she hadn't been able to watch it the whole time she was gone. It seemed, though, that no one had come or gone aside from herself and Driftwood. That was a relief.

Feeling a bit more like she'd be able to rest, now, Moorhen returned to check up on some woodpile. To her confusion, there were now seashells and new branches and other odd things decorating her master work. She wasn't sure whether she liked that or not, but decided to leave them be and see if anyone owned up to their crimes. Upon investigation, she found Driftwood's scent in several damning places. She'd thought so. Still, she continued to sniff around the pile, making sure nothing else was out of place.