((You're welcome. Unless that's sarcasm.))
The natives, experts at moving through the sand, glided up to Laharin as everyone left. They looked at each other, before peering out at the rest of the group. Sensing danger, one of the foragers threw himself onto Laharin's rifle, trying to pin it to the ground, as the other two tried to hold Laharin down. They weren't very strong or heavy, and could be easily dislodged.
Natives filed out to meet the newcomers, but only the elders and the armed males. Their clothing varied from full body coverage to almost nude. The women and children stayed in the huts, watching closely.