The Sentinels What good is a field on a fine summer night

it was not so, but dante's voice, grown charmingly unsure in the interlude, voiced what lasher had suspected. a great smile grew into fruition on the alpha's face as his companion spoke; he could not hide it, nor the light that brought the emerald tones up from the darker depths of his eyes. "that was my second guess," he revealed quite happily. "the blessing is given, and i am sure willow will have no qualms about such either. the two of you are our family, after all, and i know that you will be a wondrous father and mother to any children that may come about."