Bearclaw Valley distant stars come in black or red.

He'd kept his distance; it was only necessary. He did not smell the blood nor birthing fluids but only heard the cries. Each one panged him, yet brought him joy. His masters were bringing new life — their life — into the world. 

When the racket ceased, Fraser dared to come closer. He saw a crowd began to gather near the den. A commotion, a flurry of movement — Merrick, flinging his child into the expanse of the outside world — murmured questions, exclamations, growls — madness —

No! he cried out, racing onto the scene. His jaws were open in a panic, hoping to seize the child and bring it back to the blackbird's breast.