The sun rose the next day in a paralyzed city. Many hares stayed inside their homes with the drapes closed and locked doors.
Eventually, some of them emerged for various reasons. They stepped out onto eerily quiet streets. The usual hustle and scattered conversations were nowhere to be found.
No lights were on, and nothing moved. Nothing safe anyway. As a smattering of hares walked anxiously through the city, their sensitive ears caught growls, grunts, and moans. Dark shapes flitted just out of reach, disappearing when they turned their heads.
Occasionally, a wolf would leap out to startle a hare and then recede, laughing as the creature ran for its life. These were the lucky ones.
As the day progressed, the new occupants of the city grew restless, bored, and hungry.
While the sun crept higher in the sky, a few Ravog snipers moved to the hills just outside of Azaria and found other ways to sow chaos and entertain themselves.
As a few more hares walked hesitantly into the city square, the glass shattered in one storefront on the far side of the street. Several rounds thudded into the walls of other buildings and ricocheted off the cobblestones in front of them.
Only one or two of the hares ducked or found some sort of shelter. The others fell in an instant, and the survivors ran cowering back to their homes.
Panic gripped the city of Habiun, and most residents decided it was not worth going outside. Most, but not all.