The Moonlight Tribe was already watching.
They didn't emerge all at once. At first, Ryn only noticed movement—shapes shifting between stone, figures pausing mid-task to look up.
Then more appeared. And more still.
Rabbitfolk.
Dozens of them.
Some stood atop low ridges, ears perked high despite the cold. Others lingered near crude shelters built into the basin's edges, half-buried against the wind. A few younger ones peeked from behind stacked stone and cloth, eyes wide with unfiltered curiosity.
Mira slowed.
She stopped entirely when she realized how many had gathered.
Ryn stepped up beside her, scanning the basin.
The tribe looked small when spread out like this. Thin and underfed…but alive.
There was no order to their formation, no sense of hierarchy on display.
Just people.
A young rabbitfolk, barely young enough to show her curiosity, stepped forward first. Her ears twitched as she stared openly at the humans.
"Are you really from the sky?" she asked.
