Bearclaw Valley distant stars come in black or red.

And fucking chaos it was. 

Chaos, which, as sadly as told, had not benefitted Rosina the Witch. 

For a long time (though it was but moments) the white witch watched her Lord tear into the wiry furred dog. Watched as the creature drifted elsewhere as he was torn apart, watched as his bright eyes turned lifeless. His blood was of no use to hers so she did not move to collect as it pooled under him. No, her attention turned away as the deed was done and just quick enough too, as the Queen of these lands emerged, lashing firstly into her direction. 

Rosina, as small and quick as she had ever been even in her youth, jumped and danced out from the rang of The Enchantress' attack. The children had been spared the the dangerous and powerful mother bear would make it certain.

Nothing else left to do, Rosina pranced on thin, dainty limbs swiftly from the area. Even further, as she moved out of the claim of Ursus. If she would be denied the children here, she would find them elsewhere. 

Rosina Exits.