Firestone Hot Springs You got someone to blame

Burke needed a break. It wasn't something anyone could deny. The leader had to go through the loss of losing his mate while keeping the pack running. New members kept tickling in and they needed to be addressed. Burke was tired, his nights were rather restless with two young pups relying on him. Luckily he got Nemesis to babysit them for the day. Burke decided that he earned a good warm bath in the strong smelling pits. He didn't mind it too much that his fur would smell differently afterwards, he just wanted his muscles to be soothed by the warm water. The winter was close, the nipping winds were proof of that.

Burke arrived at the pools and instantly sought one out that didn't seem scalding hot but rather a nice warm temperature. Once he found the right one the male slipped inside and closed his eyes. Images of Meldresi's death haunted him. His ears falling back as his head was resting on the edge. He had a big urge to let out a mournful howl into the world but he didn't want to draw any attention to himself. He wanted his quiet moment. Which he gotten for a while until he realized another wolf was approaching. His pale eyes opened and ears stood up in alertness. His head slowly lifted from the edge. There she appeared, the one he hadn't seen in so long. "I didn't think you were still alive, Osprey," he called out. Testing this name on his tongue instead of the one she told him.