Raven's Watch from the ashes

Around him the ravens cawed in disappointment as Maksim simply stepped down into the knee-high water, without a dramatic tumble. He was careful in his movements, moving slowly against the swift river current so's not to slip or trip on the uneven rocks beneath. The cold water licked hungrily at his bloodied fur, slowly stripping his pale fur clean of the dried blood that clung around his two large bite-wounds.

A bark caused Maksim's attention to snap away from his own distorted reflection, as his eyes settled on an old greying male who was watching from the river bank. The tundra wolf frowned at the sudden accusation hurled at him, with something not too disimilar from his own father's tongue. "No, it's mine." Maksim quickly corrected him, coiling his neck around slowly to poke at the large crusted wound above his tail as proof. "I got into a scuffle a few days ago, haven't had a chance to clean myself up until now." He added, the frown still plastered on his features in light of the recent accusation.