Thunder Dome twai

The nearer the two got, the more obvious the differences. Edith had seen large dogs before. The ones she'd pass in the street always seemed like giants to her; always some sort of ungainly height, or excess skin, or broad shoulders and wide heads. In this specimen of the wild there was nothing ungainly about them; they were massive, yes — to a scale she had never considered of a domestic — but nothing was out of place. The Wyrd had crafted something perfect for these wild spaces.

Was she afraid? Yes. Was she a little bit awed? Of course.

He asked after her badge of honor: the Red around her neck. As beloved as this ornament was to her, Edith suddenly felt the weight of it constricting; it was such a garish shade against the dark of her coat, and so easily spied among the greens of the trees. The giant man was curious and Edith did not know what to say at first. How could she explain this?

She felt only pride when thinking of the Red.

My mark. She was thinking as quickly as she could, trying to come up with the easiest explanation for this wildshape before her. But he was himself an avatar of Wotan! He was closer to the ideal she had always been taught to seek. If she spoke the name, would he know it? They are given to members of my family when they go to be taught.

No, she wouldn't mention the Wyrd. For all she knew, Edith was speaking directly to it right now.