Bramblepoint devotion and desire

Another — a small, soft grey cloud — crept in as he was confronted by Rannoch and Redshank's eyes flicked to her for a split second before focusing back on his leader. He shifted, licking his lips with slight hesitation. He remembered their discussion clear as day yet, perhaps foolishly, didn't believe Rannoch would actually enforce it. At least not at a meeting. With another quick glance at the others, Redshank gave a soft, stubborn growl before slowly lowering himself by a millimetre and tucking his tail halfway under his stomach.

"Yes..." his face twisted into a look of extreme difficulty as he forced out the second word in a barely there murmur. "...sir."