Hoshor Plains he's got hungry eyes

Maksim gave an amused snort in agreement, turning his head to eye the smaller grey male up and down. The stranger was right, they would be flattened, and death by trampling was not the way Maksim imagined that he would go. No, he had much more exploring, learning and living to do before he welcomed death's cold embrace. 

The pale wolf's ears pricked up at the mention of fishing and his eyes widened in interest. "I have been wandering around these plains for days and I am yet to come across any scraps worth mentioning." Maksim admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. "Fishing, though, that is something I am yet to try." The male pondered, his gaze now moving to search along the western horizon. "There is a river, running through the western stretch of this prairie, the can try our luck there?" Maksim suggested with a grin, moving now to walk in the direction of the river.

The tundra wolf gave a dip of his chin in acknowledgement to the name offered to him. "Maksim." The male offered in return, flashing @Alexandre a sideways glance with his deep maroon eyes.