New Moon tribe - 8 Years Later
(1 Very Long God Realm Month)
"The Silver Moon clan is marching on us!"
The peace in the community was finally broken.
It was the shout that started as a lone echo in the marketplace, but quickly picked up steam and spread through the booths like wildfire. Panic snaked through the members of the community, shrouding everyone in fear and stress.
The people, humans and werewolves alike, began to pick up their belongings and run for their tents. Bodies scattered from the market area within moments, leaving behind trails of chaos and pandemonium.
Oyuna was present and witnessed the frenzied scene unfold. Trying her best to pacify others, she yelled into the crowds, "Please! Do not worry! Pick up your things and calmly return to your families. Please do not panic. The leaders will meet and… and…"
What could she say…?
