Redtail Rise the landscape garden

Avi, she returns. now that the wolf is closer, Avicus notices she's a woman—well, she thinks. something's off, but perhaps they're both made from the same mold—rough, haggard creatures, carved from the land rather than something soft or gentle.

the antithesis of the binary "woman." and she likes her for it.

you alone? Avicus continues, nostrils flaring to pick up Mori's scent. nothing there of substance; nothing she recognizes, anyway. no Nyra. no Moonwoman. no Ursus, or Sapphique. . .

a lanky lump of clay, ready to be molded. you hunhh'? she queries. fighh'?