Angus and the others raised their glasses for Jessie's toast. Carlo and Rosaria finished clearing the table and refilled anyone's glasses or their coffee cups for them while people still lingered around the table. Angus just sat and listened to the conversation going on about the boys and their gifts, the training they had coming up, etc. and as it got dark he got up and looked at Anise, who nudged Ginger. Both girls got up and went quietly with him. Marcus went, but at a distance.
Angus walked with them back down to the family cemetery and took them inside. They saw the wolfsbane had been planted, and they saw the light glowing brightly in the darkness, shedding light on the beautiful flowers that were covering the fresh grave.
"What do you think?" Angus asked them quietly, as both girls stood huddled against Angus, partly because they wanted to be close to him and partly because the night air was getting cold and breezy.
"She'd have approved," Ginger said softly. He looked down and brushed tears off both girls' faces.
"We'll really be able to come here whenever we want?" Anise asked.
"Absolutely," Angus said.
"I didn't mean to make an inappropriate comment in front of everyone. I'm not used to you lot not liking babies," she said. "It's expected that every female who can bear a cub is going to find someone to help them do that. It's a joyous event, from conception through to delivery, and its something that females are just supposed to do as often as possible."
"We don't dislike babies," Angus said. "Humans get all caught up in things like family planning, finances, babysitters, career considerations, all sorts of things, that your pack doesn't have to really consider. It wasn't an inappropriate comment. It's just one of those ways human life is different from pack life. I'm sure that whoever you decide to have children with that you'll make the right choices."
"You trust us to do that? By human standards?"
"Yes. As you understand human standards, yes. I do," Angus said.
"Well, Sam's not ready for a baby," Anise said.
"Yeah, neither is Vic," Ginger said. "We told them we'd wait a little."
"That's a good thought--for now, anyway," he said, as the girls shivered. "Let's go back. The sea breeze can get cold at night. Let's go back and go inside." The girls nodded, and he walked them back to the house.