Bearclaw Valley distant stars come in black or red.

Ikkalrok remained long enough to watch the light be snuffed from beneath the lampshade of Frasers eyes. The familiar sound of the clicking of teeth was enough to spur Ikkalrok into movement away, though. She had no quarrel in this fight, and felt no sadness to see the cur depart this world. From the moment Ikkalrok had seen him, she had known the mongrel was not right. Merrick had seen it too, with only one working eye, and the others seemed... saddened by this.

Death was a part of life. Better he than any of they, she simply thought, as she quit the scene in silence.