Hoshor Plains he's got hungry eyes

Alexandre hummed at his response and nodded his head. "It does seem like everything is picked clean, doesn't it," he stated thoughtfully, then smirked. "Though I did meet an odd fellow the other day, thought I stole his meal once. I suppose there must've been another spotty wolf he had mistaken me for."

Another smile then. "Ah, fishing. There's nothing to it, really. Just takes some getting used to. No worries, though - I'll catch you one if you've never fished before." This man hadn't been mean to him yet - better to make friends than enemies. And he even knew of a river!

The spotted mercenary dipped his head with a small smile. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Maksim," he said genuinely as he followed the larger wolf along. "You on your own, or are you with a pack?"