Threads of Comfort

She glanced at the young falcon dozing beside the hearth in the corner. "Does Flint even need clothes?" she muttered. "Its feathers are warmer than our cotton coats."

"We could make it a scarf instead." WhiskeyTango wandered around the workshop, looking around with obvious curiosity.

"Good idea!" IronBaker agreed instantly and snatched a leftover scrap of fabric.

"Harper, this workshop doesn't mat