Otter Creek Rivers flow only one way

Charon grinned when Dhole returned a playful motion of revenge to him. He knew it would not be necessary, because he wasn't daft; he knew well that it wouldn't be good for his pack member's health if he'd do it. Dhole then drew his attention to the prints that he hadn't even seen just yet.

The prints looked foreign to him, but he sniffed them and tried to imagine what sort of creature'd fit them. As Dhole suggested beaver, he shook his head. "Looks more deft to me. Kinda like rats, but the toes are shorter, and the prints're bigger." Charon looked thoughtfully towards the prints, then looked over his shoulder to see if maybe the prints and their scent lead back to somewhere he could trace, to see if they could find this mystery creature. Whatever it was, it'd probably taste good enough.