Bearclaw Valley distant stars come in black or red.

For a few precious minutes, there was silent tranquility in the den. Aventus felt the gentle jostling of another at his side, but lacked the attention span to acknowledge her in any fashion. Astara slipped off to sleep, leaving both cubs to nurse in peace.

Peace could never last in the den of monsters that was Ursus.

Aventus felt first the thick patter of drool hitting his back, which was itself unpleasant, but not enough to elicit more than a grunt. He went right on nursing up until Merrick's unkind teeth seized him around the middle. Astara's tit popped right out of his mouth as he gaped his muzzle and arched his back with the surprising strength of a newborn, but he was caged and lifted from the floor.

Only then did Aventus utter a quiet, warbling cry, as if he sensed the malice behind that rancid maw.