Bitterroot Valley All of me.

-stirs that drama pot-

Oh. Somehow in trying to avoid trouble and keep away from the river pack, Maksim had gone and stumbled into the very same pack's leader. The tundra wolf's head lifted and he straightened back his shoulders, suddenly feeling the need to look more healthy and capable than perhaps he actually was in that moment. He could defend himself this time, or so he kept telling himself. 

Maksim offered back his own smile out of politeness, though his own features soon crinkled with a frown when the other male asked about a stray pup. "No," He responded quickly with a shake of his head, before he paused, a single brow lifting awkwardly. "Though an old wolf came up to me recently and accused me of harming a pup. I didn't, just to be clear. He just mistook my own blood for someone elses, but, has this got something to do with that? Is someone is going around hurting pups?" Maksim asked, his ears pressing back against his head in concern, as he tried to put the pieces together.