Alpine Lake amadeus

The boy insisted that his family was nearby, though Fiona did not entirely believe him. Little boys out all alone were quick to lie if they thought it would keep them from trouble. He immediately went to asking a question, and Fiona gave him a look of contempt. Do you always go around demanding information from strangers? she asked, avoiding an answer all together. Nobody had taught him manners, and she was rather nonplussed by his lack of pleasantries. Maybe she would have been better off keeping her conversations limited to Prowler, who at least wasn't so... demanding of her.

You may call me Fiona. What's your name, young man? she asked. And why are you looking for this red wolf your age? Maybe he could be molded after all, considering his lack of social finesse. If she could teach him a thing or two, he might be of use to her yet. And that would be quite nice indeed.