"It is appreciated," Fenrir said. "They are hungry tonight, especially the cubs, and the men have not had the strength to hunt today. We have a second problem, and we're hoping the Donohue boy would see fit to help us."
"What do you need?" Anise asked him.
"One of our young females, I think you know her--Elizabeth--had twin cubs very recently. They are still newborns by human standards and they are very, very small. Well, she is one of the pack members that is in St. Mungo's. Our nursing females do not have enough milk to feed these new cubs. I recall that the Donohue boy has a new cub of his own. Would he be willing to take these two tiny cubs and share his female's milk with them?"
Anise and Ginger understood that Fenrir didn't know and didn't need to know that the milk they had was actually powder formula. They did, however, know Angus.
"I will take them," Ginger said, knowing she would be recognized in the pack as an adult female, and one that had always provided good care to cubs. "Angus would want us to say that the cubs could stay with us as long as you have need."
"Since he is your guardian, do you need to ask him?"
"Not about this," Anise said. "We know what he would say if he were here. Jack and Jessie can vouch for what we're saying. We have milk and bottles and diapers. We can take these cubs for now."
"It is a lot in your home under the circumstances," Fenrir said.
"And the humans have a very large family wrapped around us," Ginger said. "If we need help, they will help. No questions asked. How small are they?
"They each weigh now just over four pounds. They were less at birth, but they have grown. We have tried to brace the mother that cubs this size do not survive"
"They cannot remain out in the night air like this. It is very dangerous for them. Let us take them for a bit to give them every chance to survive. They can survive with the right care," Ginger insisted. Fenrir whistled, and a woman brought out a basket with two tiny tiny babies swaddled in old, worn blankets. The blankets were impeccably clean, but they were old and rather threadbare. Ginger looked up at Jack, hoping Jack would also help support them temporarily taking these wee ones.
"I think," Simone said, "we should wrap the cake in plastic wrap and refrigerate it or freeze it so it stays fresh. How soon are you going to want to ice it, Angus?"
"Well, the sculpting will be done separately and then just placed on the cake, so the cake itself doesn't need to be involved with that. That's going to take time. I'll probably have to start on that tomorrow because that could take two or three days to do. Every little piece, every detail, has to be colored to the exact right color and has to be sculpted by hand. And there countless pieces to make. Once they're made, then they have to be all assembled, like building blocks. Then they go on the cake in manageable pieces in a way that tries to distribute the weight of the decorations so that they don't cause the cake to become uneven and tilt and fall."
"Sounds like delicate work," she said.
"It is. Its a good thing I have a few days before the boys actually come home because I'm going to need it," he said.