sew, a needle pulling thread

Shaye came by for a closer look as she saw Rhyme leaning forward, the Ravens watching him with intense, beady eyes. She approached to the sight of the braces, which looked remarkably better finished since the last time she had glimpsed them. “These are coming along really well.” she commented, as she plopped herself in the earth beside him. “What do you think you have left to do to get them completed?” she wondered, nudging one of them with her nose.

She was seeing a few wolves these days decked out in what could pass as armour. She was starting to see the benefit of heading into danger with a few extra pieces on. Considering how many predators her and Rhyme knocked away near the borders of their pack. Or that big cat that had nearly pounced on Noir. Would have saved her some pain if she had been wearing something even better than her thick coat to protect her. “And when do you think you’ll be taking orders.” she teased him. She definitely wanted some of her own, but for now she would see what she could do to help him with his own.