Otter Creek Rivers flow only one way

It didn't take long before his peace was disturbed. He had heard footsteps but didn't think much it, that was until he smelled others of his sort. There were two of them, both a female- and male one, drenched in a pack smell. Jolon wondered if he had found himself in pack territory, but could not remember crossing a border of any sort. His thoughts were interrupted by a voice. It seemed the female one had called out to him. Jolon had almost mistaken her for a fox, for she had a very similar color pallet. He had not seen many foxes throughout his lifespan, but could tell the difference between this she-wolf and a real one. Her tail was as black as Jolon himself, something he had never seen on a wolf. then again, he never saw many wolves at all. The male however looked more like a fighter, a coat as white as the snow that was covering Teekon Wilds. His flawless white coat was disrupted by many scars, giving Jolon the impression that he could be a worthy opponent. Jolon was not really in the mood to fight this male and hoped that this wolf had the same idea.

Jolon lifted his head up, giving them both a better look before saying anything. They didn't seem like they were in the mood to pick a fight. Good morning. Jolon replied. What are two pack wolves up to on such a nice winter day, if I may ask? Jolon continued in his normal speech manner, which was colder than the icy winds up north. If the two would react friendly to him, he would most likely stay and have a nice chat. If that were not the case, he could always run for it. He knew which way his home was and was sure that someone would be kind enough to help if things got out of hand. So he got up a bit, sat down, and awaited an answer.