Redtail Rise the landscape garden

Mori didn’t typically like people. 

But this “Avi” at least got a thumbs up of approval.

A nod, simple, to her first question. Mori is alone. As the silence is. As shadow, as night, as moon. Alone. 

Then comes the second question, and one of Mori’s eyebrows ticked up a scant centimeter. She gave a sharp double nod, flicking her ear twice in case the nodding hadn’t been enough. Fight, she believed was the word used. Mori couldn’t exactly fault Avi for her speech, when Mori didn’t exactly do it at all. But fighting? That she could do.