Ouroboros Spine a lonely company

no worries! <3 i took the liberty of assuming she'd know who he is, but let me know if that's not okay and i'll edit!

mona was too riveted on the sights roundabout her to notice the man, or hear his greeting — her jaws parted in awe and she gazed skyward slowly, dizzied somewhat by the wheel and caw of birds far above her. however, as the mayfair followed their trajectory, her muzzle turned toward the stranger, until after a blink and a recovery, mona focused on the rather large dark wolf who had, in her opinion, materialized along the ridge not far from her.
a backwards step of surprise brought a stumble; a frightened yelp wrung from mona's lips. however, the yearling found her footing a half-second later, and swallowed, a sheepish flush heating her cheeks beneath the carmine velvet they wore. in the next moment, true to her manner of reacting to things, mona had all but forgotten her near-fatal misstep, and stared in abject stupefaction at the uncanny familiarity of the stranger.
for a moment her spirit whispered it was her father, come to fetch her, and mona felt the beginnings of relief. but instinct told her it was not, and besides, this wolf had both his ears. yet the heavy fall of dark sable fur was the same, and the burning coins her father — brother — wore for eyes. mona's ears slid back along her skull; she began to pick her way along the ridge toward the other, tail curling under her belly where its tailtip gestured she was no threat.
if allowed, the girl sought to pause some feet away, her wide eyes drinking in the fellow's features. your father has a brother, mona heard in rowan's voice — she'd never been able to decipher the wistfulness she always heard there. "constantine mayfair?" mona asked in a fearful, hopeful little pipe.