Ravensblood Forest The Trumpets Sound

It was likely due to location that she wasn't entirely freaking out about the distance between them slowly shrinking as she had in a previous meeting.  A lack of necromancers will do that, and since she hadn't stumbled across any other packs that set off alarm bells, there was less panic overall.  It was likely a good thing that he couldn't see within the comparatively surrealist world that filled her brain.

Again she nodded.  Godot, which rhymes with... Uh.  Toe? Know?  Though it did, she couldn't think of anything more glamorous on such short notice.  A pause, a cant of her head the other way, and then she continued, What would Adelaide rhyme with?  She was not a clever wolf when it came to words, and when it came to the jumble of letters that made up her proper first name, it was a few too many for her to quickly think up a match.  Godot looked to see if Engle had a solution.  Surely a songwriter would know a better rhyme than her as a lowly witch or sorcerer or however she'd title herself this week.