Otter Creek Rivers flow only one way

After giving the prints a moment's study, Wildfire dipped her smudged snout toward the water and lapped noisily, drinking until her thirst was slaked. By the time she finished, Jolon was excusing himself to head home. She licked her lips, then pursed them as she exchanged a look with Charon. He hadn't stuck around long, had he? She shrugged inwardly, deciding it didn't much matter. She and her Alpha had come here to explore the lands, not the wolves that trod them.

"Take care," she called after his departing back before her amber eyes slid again to Charon. "What?" she asked, noting the way he was looking at her with a mischievous look on his face. Wildfire immediately grew suspicious and her eyes narrowed, albeit in a good-natured way. "Why are you looking at me like that? What are you plotting?" she demanded, a tremulous laugh in her tone.