Ouroboros Spine a lonely company

the tension that suddenly limned the man's approaching figure, coupled with the fire of his gaze, drove mona lower toward the ground. she was no threat, he saw plainly, but she had caught him off-guard all the same. despite the severity of the moment, the mayfair breathed an audible sigh of relief; the man had confirmed he was indeed constantine, and slowly her little muzzle tipped up to regard his dark, questioning features. "mona! i'm mona. i'm —"
your sister
"— the daughter of rowan mayfair." for the first time, the girl left off mention of casmir — she had no true conception of what had transpired between the brothers, but was perceptive enough to understand that the way the one-eared man had made his few mentions of constantine insinuated things had not ended well.
a pregnant, uncomfortable silence stretched then — mona wondered if she should explain why she was there, now, with him, but nerves stilled her tongue. the red girl remained in a crouch, turning her murkwater eyes upon the ground and waiting for a rejoinder. constantine was the first blood-relative she had discovered in the teekon wilds; mona's head whirled with quiet excitement and trepidation — and a glow of pride at her own accomplishment.