Wheeling Gull Isle eeyore's house

His intent had been to deliver the stick to her pile, but if she was here, that made things much simpler. Her interception didn't make him angry in the slightest but he was a little bit confused when she reached for the stick, thinking that she had accepted the gift even before he had offered it - and so he dropped his end, assuming she now claimed it as her own. To add to her pile, and make up for whatever slight he felt he'd perpetrated during their last game.

The expression on her face was bright and focused. Titmouse should've clued in to what was happening but, being kind of a dumbass, read her enthusiasm as a thank you more than anything. He licked his lips to remove the pine-y flavor of the tree limb's bark from his muzzle, and took some hasty strides away from Moorhen, eager to investigate the pile some more and see what else he could drag out.