i recall once on the church steps

Basilisk considered that question as he padded in after her and headed for the supplies. He thought of what armors and weapons he had seen around on Armada wolves. His grandmother had a cape, and she had managed to make it work. “I suppose if you're worried we could sew a tie under it that clips under your belly,?” he suggested, trying to visualise it in their head. If they weren’t just clipping over the coat, then it could still flow nicely on her back

She had also mentioned quills, and he was sure he had seen a collection of some the other day from a porcupine that had been giving his Uncle grief… ah, here it was. He carefully pulled out a box filled with the pointy stuff. “Whatcha think?”

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