The sun had already hidden behind clouds as the darkness slowly crawled at the forest, but the Fox Tribe was already a ghost of its former self.
No one had realized just how quickly twelve hours could vanish when your life depended on every second.
The forest, which was usually filled with the sounds of chirping insects, was now filled with the heavy, rhythmic thud of hundreds of paws and the quiet, muffled sobbing of females.
The evacuation happened without any delay; it was pure chaos. Following the absolute command of the Tribe Leader, Su Mingxuan, everyone had abandoned their homes.
They didn't pack their beautiful stone bowls, their woven basket, or their carved wood items.
They only took what mattered: dried meat, hides to keep the children warm, and their lives.
Looking back at the mountain, the sight was heartbreaking.
The once-bustling tribe looked hollow. Doors were left hanging open, and fires were left to burn out into cold ash.
