Stavanger Bay Long shadows

At the mention of a log, Godot's ears flicked forward even more attentively, but let the other wolf, Awinita, continue speaking.  She'd be (just barely) patient.  They will.  Eventually.  But not yet.  The objects, that is.  She just needed to not get kicked out by the time there were plants about.  That was also entirely possible to have happen, as she pretty much expected it wherever she went.  She'd do something wrong.  Eventually.

I'm Godot.  Or Adelaide.  But usually Godot.  Nobody had called her by her first name in ages.  At least not reliably.  'Godot' sounded like the name you'd give a gremlin, and she was the sort of freak who most never saw in a friendly light.  Not that she did much to help with that issue by her behavior.  Where's the log though?