Mudminnow River obscura

With the attention no longer focused directly on him—
 
Daighre settled.
 
Somewhat.
 
His expression softened, and he stood, awkwardly and woodenly, his shoulders rolled forward and his tail dead weight between his hocks. Tensely and grumpily, he licked his lips.
 
Until—
 
‘I'm its leader—’
 
“Of how many?” He asked, uncaring of whatever else she said or the question she asked.
 
Maybe she wasn’t completely fucking annoying like he thought she was.