[Too much, too fast. Max looks a bit defensive when Riona moves in, stepping aside to keep a bit more distance; he's not a fan of people rushing about him when he doesn't know them too well. And then just as he's relaxing from that, someone else wanders over — offering a... hand?

He stares at it for a moment, vexed by the offer until he remembers it's a courtesy thing. Carefully, he reaches out and gives it one half-assed shake. It's the best one can get out of him when it's not Max himself who initiates. He's a very guarded sort of man.]

Mmn.

[He doesn't introduce himself in return. He motions to the dog.]

The hair's cleaned out of the wound. But it's — It still needs cleaning.

Leg's splinted loose. Didn't want it jostled.