Bearclaw Valley distant stars come in black or red.

She liked children — preferably when they were not hers. She hadn't expected to be responsible for pups when she joined this pack, but it was fine by her. She could see wolves gathering in the distance where the scent of childbirth was wafting from. As she approached, a familiar shape formed from the moonshadows. Galena. She trotted towards the storm gray female, her tail wagging. Are the bairns h-, whatever words had began to stream out disappeared What in the 'ell...? She glanced at Galena, wondering if she knew even a bit of what was happening. This wasn't how births usually worked out.