Lost Creek Hollow Should I revise or rewrite

a sigh broke from mona despite her best attempts to restrain it. "just me." recalling the long months she had waited for the man who had claimed to love her, the girl glanced down at her small paws. he had not come, for her or for anything else. she knew now he had gone, perhaps dissuaded by her appearance. maybe he and sebastian had —
clearing her throat to shake herself from an unseemly reverie, mona nodded at the other. "i was wondering because i hadn't seen so many wolves in the area before. i was tracking the herd." unsure of how to ask the she-wolf if their numbers were large enough to press bearclaw out, mona recalled that she did not know the stranger's name. or perhaps she had forgotten it.
"i'm mona, by the way. i don't remember if i ever introduced myself," the cardinal murmured earnestly, her earlier annoyance ebbing.