Otter Creek Rivers flow only one way

He reacted politely enough, wishing them a good morning and then posing a question. Wildfire found his wording interesting, particularly the fact that he deliberately referred to them as pack wolves. She couldn't put a finger on why this intrigued her, just that it did. Before she could answer, Charon spoke up first, his tone cagey. He had a question of his own.

"Are you from the nearby pack?" she tacked onto the young Alpha's query. Today's mission was about scouting, checking out new areas and mapping the lay of the land. But learning about the local packs was an important part of the process too. There was definitely one nearby, the scent still tickling at her nostrils, and she hoped to gather more details from the nameless stranger.

Speaking of which, she thought to add an introduction, since neither male had bothered with one yet. "I'm Wildfire," she said simply, letting Charon introduce himself if he liked (although she could just as easily picture him withholding), amber eyes resting on the dark male's face across the way.