Sun Mote Copse The Fruit of the Spirit Is Love

yep! that's fine B) it's still a part of her character that's developing in older threads

The other wolf- red, too- met Ragna on her way. They all looked alike, these women of the Malkaria. They were all small, slight, red furred creatures. Among them Ragna felt large, though most wolves dwarfed her. It wasn't a terrible feeling, though it fueled the desire to protect. Ashera, she greeted in turn. Her own tail swayed behind her, but she was less overt in her displays of friendliness. That did not, necessarily, mean she was any less pleased to be acquainted.

Again there was that word sister, which today felt wrong but other days did not. Kurgarru was the word Eshamun had used. Ragna still did not understand it fully, but more and more she was finding herself at home in her skin. Today, she supposed, the masculinity in her soul spoke louder and rebelled against being so improperly labelled. Still, Ragna would not speak up. What else was she to be called?

I took no offense, she assured Asherah. I wished to meet you, too. Unsure of where to begin with Asherah, Ragna said no more and let Asherah lead the conversation as she wished.