Wheeling Gull Isle eeyore's house

Moorhen was not guarding her pile, but dragging the stiff, bloated body of a pelican down from where it had been killed, dashed upon the cliffs of Skybowl by the storm. It had been a good find not for the meat it would provide, but for the ruin of feathers that covered its body. If Moorhen was careful, she thought she could groom the pelican back to plush cleanliness, and then strip it of its white coat to line the floor of her den.

When she saw Mou, however, she was quick to hide the pelican in her pile, not intending to play another game of keep-away with the other wolf. Only when the pelican was safely ensconced in the small cache 'round the leeward side of the wood pile did she come out into view, watching Mou as he laid ruin to someone else's woodpile. Not surprising, but not something she would fight him over, either. If he looked her way, she would offer a tentative wag of her tail, still confused over their last interaction and feeling - oddly! - as though she needed to apologize for something.