Shannon stood at the edge of the corral. He could hear the hustle and bustle of the auctioneers behind him, the chatter of the people, and all the other noises he had found frightening when he had first arrived. Most of the other runkaans stayed close to the gate in hopes of making it out. But Shannon stood alone, pressing his shoulders against the frozen wood and looking out into a barren field standing abandoned behind the clamor of the market.
The grass wept under the chill of the evening sun, drying into a crusty orange. Birds flew over without searching for bugs. Rabbits loitered at the edge of the tree line before giving up and sliding