Wheeling Gull Isle eeyore's house

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She understood, which made him happiest. When she came close and booped her snoot against his cheek he returned the show of affection, listening to her commending him for the gift. It wasn't hard for him to take note of her tone, and the not-so-subtle attempt to try and accept the gift despite not really liking it. It was charming, again. He smiled, knowing she was doing her best - but also deciding that he'd find her all the best sticks in the future. This one was big and strange and special, but not the kind of stick she liked. Titmouse would know for the future.

He nosed around the big red beam for a few more minutes before a sound far-off alerted him, and he turned his attention away from the large object marooned between the two boulders. With a happy little chuff Titmouse dipped his nose to Moorhen as if to say farewell, and slunk along the beach towards the sound's origin, distracted and eager to help with the continued cleaning of the beach.