Bearclaw Valley distant stars come in black or red.

Childbirth reeked of blood. Evien had been around Leila's den, not too close, but certainly close enough to hear if he needed to help. That was his job, after all - the safety of all in the pack. It was his job. 

The boy watched from where he was dozing beneath a tree, a few herbs in a pile next to him, should they be needed. Merrick was a shadow entering the den, quiet and deliberate, and Evien frowned, head raising. This was a family matter, he tried to convince himself, and he shouldn't get involved, but...

With a sigh, the healer got to his feet and limped after the leader, green eyes watching as, barely lit from the moonlight, Merrick lifted one of the children. That was peculiar, and Evien felt a cold chill wash down his spine. 

"Merrick," he whispered quietly, unsure of what to say. "What..." A falter in his voice, before he caught himself. "What are you doing?"