Otter Creek Rivers flow only one way

Charon didn't agree with her assessment. When he mentioned rats, she said, "Muskrat, maybe?" Her eyes tracked his movements as the pale Alpha glanced along the bank, a hopeful look on his face. There were no signs of the creature that had left the prints, however. Judging by the trajectory of the tracks, it had slipped into the waters. A quick glance at the opposite bank—not far from where Jolon had been standing moments ago—showed no evidence that the muskrat (or whatever) had crossed directly. Wildfire mulled.

Deciding it didn't much matter at the end of the day, she said, "I know some of the territories north of here and I know that that's Sawtooth Spire." She motioned toward the majestic peak just southeast of their current position. "And I think there's just a meadow to the south, then the steppes and the caldera that-a-way." This time, she gestured her smudged snout off to the west.

But Charon had been particularly interested in heading east. They had come quite a ways from Moonspear already but now she looked to him and asked, "Want to keep heading east? I'm not sure if a pack still lives on Sawtooth, so we could go south and skirt around it. There's a lot more to see, on the other side of the mountains." She was always game for a bit more exploration, though she sort of suspected the Alpha had come far enough and would probably want to start heading back soon.