there's nothing more for me

The rain began to slow, but it was too little, too late. The ground was soaked and the inside of the corral was solid mud that sucked at your paws when you walked. The enclosure was gradually getting less and less full. Rava thanked Saia for her gesture and the veiled lady merely lowered her dark chin in a subtle nod.

Eventually the corral was empty except for the bodies of the two women. The brute that Saia had spoken with returned and came up to the fence to speak with them. He informed the pair of ladies that they had been purchased by a private buyer and were to be held inside until he came to collect them. Unlocking the gate, he gestured for them both to follow.

Saia waited until Rava was on her paws and turned around before she rose. She was unchained from the pole and was led out of the corral. The grey fae kept herself between the cloaked fae and the big slaver. Her pawsteps were delicate and silent, even in the sucking mud. They were brought to a wooden building and were corralled inside, the door shutting behind them. Thankfully the brute had seen fit to remove the collar and chain from her throat before shutting them in.

The floor was dirt, but at least it wasn't mud. Saia chose a spot at the back of the room, smack dab in the center of the wall. "At least we can rest a bit before we learn our fates." With one black paw, she motioned for Rava to come close. They could keep one another warm against the damp chill in the air.