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

The man apologized politely and introduced himself as Oliver. Holly nodded and dipped her head in a courtly manner, something that seemed to be becoming a habit of hers. "A pleasure Oliver. Welcome to Teekon." She greeted kindly. Usually, a smile would be plastered on her face, but this wolf had approached (most likely) for only her food. Because of this, she had to be mature and more cautious around the stranger. 

What's your name? "My name is Holly." Even though she was trying to be halfway serious, there was a visible turn-up of her lip as she tried not to smile. Her almost-grin going on for only a few beats before she recomposed herself. After giving him time to acknowledge this (or respond if he wanted), she spoke again. "Where did you come from Oliver?" the question seeped from her jaws, her voice was strong and confident. If this man wanted food, he would not get it thinking she was just a weak lady.