Bitterroot Valley All of me.

Maksim once again had been drawn to water, the need to quench his thirst driving him to seek out another river which cut through a vast valley plain. He had noticed a pack scent nearby, but this time had chosen to avoid it, for now. The large male had not yet fully recovered from his encounter with the last river pack he had stumbled across, and Maksim had no intention of recieving another bite to the rump for growing too inquisitive. 

He gave a few sniffs to the borders as he passed by, but did not stop, and instead continued forwards to the river where he immediately lapped at the water. Satisfied, the tundra male cast his gaze about the valley grassland, curious to see if any ravens were circling around to indicate a fresh carcass he could scavange. To his disappointment, he saw no ravens, but he did spy a large white wolfish figure in the distance. In an instant Maksim's attention was on him, and he calmly walked up to the male, stopping at safe distance before announcing himself. 

"You look lost." He commented, noticing the male's frown. "There's a river back in that direction, if that's what you're looking for." He offered, shaking his muzzle towards the direction he had just travelled from.