there's nothing more for me

The sliph pressed herself against the wood of her cage, unused to physical barriers keeping her contained. The young she wolf held no rebellious thoughts, she obeyed the commands given to her. This uncertainty that held her tightly now weighed more heavily with thoughts of the future. What was going to happen and who would be the one to take her. Did it really matter?

A shiver raced up her spine and the red marked she wolf snuck a glance from beneath her hood. The rain continued to drizzle, enough to keep the ground saturated and the mood was further sombered. A drop fell from the brim and soaked coldly into the fur of her nose as Rava studied her fellow captives.

Most of them looked like her, huddled and hunched to keep the attention away from her. One she wolf did the opposite. Though it rained she sat proudly, chained more tightly than the rest of them. She looked so brave, standing with her decorative banners down the side of her. Dark ears fell to Rava’s head as she sunk back into her cloak. Allowing her envy or adoration to show wouldn’t be appropriate.

Rava didn’t know how long she would be held here, this didn’t seem like the final destination. If there were so many of them captive she had no doubt she would be put on display again. The thought turned her empty stomach. Rava whimpered softly to herself and refreshed her pressure against the pole beside her, terrified of when she’d be drug out of the corral.