The Mysterious Author

Gazing down upon the sleepy community of New Moon, his sharp gray eyes diligently scanned and assessed the layout of this thriving tribe. From the outer perimeters, where the warriors of Silver Moon were camped, to the marketplace on the other end that was winding down for the night. 

His eyes lingered upon the large training field where New Moon warriors toiled and disciplined, before shifting to the stables where the reindeers grazed peacefully among the plains.

For certain, he did not miss the hundreds of cozy dwellings consisting of large yurts and smaller buildings. Neither could he dismiss a particular tent where he knew a certain rabbit shifter lay resting for the evening.

"Huh… Lovely…" he commented with a hint of admiration upon his tone. 

Hugh must admit that he was quite impressed. The little rabbit had certainly kept herself busy these last few years. The New Moon tribe was many times bigger than what he remembered.