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

Most of the beach had been cleared up, with a lot of the debris being massed together in to Moorhen's pile or in neighboring piles further off; he'd tried to keep an eye on it while she ventured to the mainland, but wasn't nearby when she returned. Lately, there was the heavy scent of another wolf growing stronger and stronger on the pile. At first Titmouse was concerned about it — so he'd staked out the pile and recognized Driftwood passing through a number of times. There was no reason for Titmouse to be so defensive of the pile - it wasn't his pile, and he certainly didn't have a strong connection to Moorhen (a friendship, he'd like to think, but that was all).

Still, there was something about the behavior that bothered him.

The boy was on his way across the beach when Moorhen's scent blustered to him, and he picked up his pace, excited to see her again. He didn't miss the mainland very much. In fact, thinking of the sandbar and what lay beyond only made him remember Maegi, and their last meeting. It hurt to think about that. So, he distracted himself with purpose (patrols) and focus (Moorhen was home!!).

He noticed her nosing about her pile from a distance, and slid closer with his tail wagging - letting out a friendly (wheezy) yip to let her know he was there and happy to see her.