Alpine Lake The falling of our feet and it sounds like drumming

He observed her body language. She was sitting with her tail wrapped around her body, with one paw placed over the food as if guarding it from him. She maintained eye contact when she spoke to him and her voice was confident. Clearly she didn't feel threatened by him, but she wasn't naive enough to trust a stranger completely. He'd have to earn her confidence.

Oliver did not approach her just yet. He would remain where he was until she seemed more comfortable with his presence. He didn't want to screw up his chances by being too pushy. "Oh, heh, sorry," he chuckled nervously. He'd been so preoccupied with the desire to eat that he'd forgotten to introduce himself. "My name's Oliver. I'm new in the area."

He wondered what kind of impression he was making oh the girl. He was aware that his fur was looking scruffy and unkempt, and he worried that his appearance might put her off. She was a rather pretty young lady, and that further compounded his anxiety. She hadn't told him to get lost, so he took that as a sign that she was open to giving him a chance. "What's your name?" He asked her.