there's nothing more for me

She remained frozen in fear, her form shivering slightly as the cold crept over her. The rain was letting up, but the mud was already everywhere. Rava’s legs were coated. Despite her stillness the young girl’s mind continued to race, her silver eyes glanced at each passing wolf as they were emptied from the corral. She flinched lightly, every time the gates were opened and her heart fell with every sad form that was led away.

Rava tried not to listen as the guard returned, the information wasn’t what the red marked she wolf expected. Even with the terrifying news that she had been sold there was a relief. Rava wouldn’t be put on display again, she wouldn’t be parted with her cloak or from the kind presence that was Saia.

Timidly the cloaked girl moved forward as she was commanded to evacuate the mud pit. The veiled lady waited for Rava to lead the way, and she didn’t miss how the taller fae kept herself between herself and the massive guard. The tiny girl struggled with the quicksand like ground, but they were eventually brought to a smaller building.

Tail tucked between her legs, Rava didn’t hesitate to make her way inside, at least it wasn’t full of mud. Timidly the cloaked she wolf moved forward as Saia invited her closer. Her words held more hope than Rava felt, and she could look on the bright side. They were dry, it was warmer, and they’d have a chance to rest before their future was revealed.

She sank into the space beside Saia, eager for the warmth of the other woman’s body. Fear still held tightly to her tiny form, but she already felt comforted by Saia’s presence. She hadn’t experienced a lot of kindness in her life, her mother, her sisters, her husband’s other wives.. they were all in the same place that she was. No one went out of their way to comfort or to help her before Saia.

”I don’t think I can relax.” She whispered softly, collapsing in on herself as she settled into her desired spot. Who knew when they would be fetched once more, how long would they be here? Where would they go once they were claimed? There was so much uncertainty Rava was barely able to string together coherent thoughts.