Ouroboros Spine my father bleeds history

Is it cool if we pretend they never exchanged names when they met, Ku? I plan to reply to that today hopefully!

She watched as the pair greeted one another like long lost siblings, her ears twitching back as sudden uncertainty crept over her. It was easy for the Endore to forget that others had histories, so intent was she on burying her own most of the time. That Viggo might discover family in this hellish bowl was unexpected.

The cold fist of dread closed over her when Mordecai's grin died away and he stared coldly at her. She stared defiantly back, lifting her tail as though to indicate that he was in the wrong, though the motion stopped halfway when Viggo addressed her. She smiled at her friend, though her tension was slow to melt away. When she looked at Mordecai again, it was with less frigidity, but no lack of dislike.

“I'm Ptarmigan Endore,” she introduced slowly. Had she been more studious of her family history, she might have recalled the name Ostrega from some deep part of herself... The name was familiar, but only because of Viggo.