The village transformed from a bustling construction site into a hive of strategic movement the moment the tent flap hit the canvas.
The 'Task Force' had split, leaving a vacuum of leadership that I stepped into immediately.
"Everyone! Listen to me!" I shouted, my voice cutting through the panic of the bleating sheep and the sharp, nervous chatter of the rabbits. "Mothers, children, and elders—move to the palace hall now! Bears, help the rabbits with the heavy doors. Hyenas and Beavers, secure the lower vents!"
The hall was massive, a stone-and-timber beast of a room that was meant for celebrations, but today it was a bunker.
I watched as the rabbit tribe scurried toward safety with their kits tucked under their arms. The sheep mothers followed, their woolly hair messy as they hurried their lambs along.
The males were all at the back
