Hoshor Plains he's got hungry eyes

Maksim noticed the grey spotted male approaching him from a distance, though made no attempt to avoid him. Company would make a welcome distraction from the hunger that ached deep inside his gut. The tundra wolf remained neutral in expression before the stranger spoke up, not wanting to come across as too desperate for attention. 

"Fine." Maksim lied, offering the stranger a forced smile, though his furrowed brow exposed his his inner frustration. 

"I was hoping to scavange something today." He admitted, his gaze returning to the grazing bison herd in the distance, as he continued to walk through the steppe.