Ouroboros Spine a lonely company

All good by me!

He felt regret when he clearly spooked the slender creature. She stumbled, and her yelp was harsh in the silence offered by the jagged mountain. His ears flattened, his own muscles coiling as his initial reaction was to spring forward, as if he could make it in time for his jaws to grasp her ruff and pull her from the devastation. It would have been impossible – but it didn’t matter. The girl gained her footing, and Constantine stilled, his muzzle lifting up as his fiery eyes grazed over her.
 
She studied him with rapt interest, moving forward with certain intent – he was about to break the silence when she spoke his name. His brows shot up in surprise at first – he was fairly certain he didn’t know the girl before him, and he hadn’t anticipated this.
 
She stopped, leaving a distance between them. His surprise turned to a darkening frown as his tongue swept over his lips, considering what any of this could mean. “Yes,” he rumbled, his stocky form stiffening, before he decided to try to close more of the distance between them, trying to gain some grasp of control at the strangeness of the unfolding scenario. “Who are you?”