He wobbles his hoof-hand at her a little, then writes, parts. my ribs my spine my shouldrs my arms. rest from a deer and stone and chain fence.

Probably the closest thing to what he would be called is a construct. Though his word is specific, due to the book he'd read about them: legends call what i am a poppet. creation of white people. now poppets make poppets and are diffrnt than in the past