Otter Creek Rivers flow only one way

"Huh, funny," Charon agreed with a smile when Dhole made mention of meeting Potema on Moonspear. He wondered if Potema was still around the area; he felt the sudden urge to go looking for her and see if she was doing alright. Having been born in Blackfeather Woods, surely she was still in the area, like Dhole and himself? But then again, there were odds that she had moved, too. Charon knew from experience that not all wolves that were born here stuck around. Some left, sometimes without prior warning. Hopefully that wasn't the case with Potema. Maybe he ought to look for Blackfeather Woods sometime soon.

Distracted from his thoughts about Potema by the other wolf, Charon looked up as Dhole called out to him. He waited the response, head arched up to display his status and natural dominance; he was perhaps nowhere near Moonspear, but being an Alpha had impacted much of how Charon carried himself, and he had grown more dominant since rising to become a Jarl. A polite 'good morning' was a good start, and he seemed polite enough, even though not exactly nice. The wolf was on the other side of the narrow river, which allowed both parties some relaxation, perhaps; it wasn't like either party was going to leap across the river and attack. "We're exploring," Charon said dryly. "What about you? Do you know this area well?" It'd been a while since he had socialised with anyone; especially wolves not his age. Charon's experience with older wolves was that not all of them respected his authority as Alpha, thinking him too young for the position. Most of his more positive encounters in the Wilds had been with wolves his own age; especially now that he had grown out of the cuddly puppy phase of his life.