Firestone Hot Springs You got someone to blame

Had Osprey been able to read Burke's thoughts, she would have pounced at that momentary shadow of fear. Teased him a bit about bringing him to the bloodthristy packmates or something else just as horrible, but never even considering on actually acting up on it. The brute might not have been her friend and she might not have particularly liked him, but she disliked violence. Especially, when it was totally unneccessary. 

"Not far off - quite a nice spot, full of fallen trees," she explained. "You can - of course - be a whirlwind and unleash your anger here, but I am afraid that you will only hurt yourself. Broken teeth and boils are nothing nice to deal with. Believe me - hurts like hell." She had had once put her muzzle a bit too close to one of the pools and got a splash of boiling hot water. Nothing she wanted to repeat. 

"It's also good for screaming - that's a great way to get rid off built up emotions," she continued talking, weaving around the pools and nearing the edge of the territory the springs were taking. "Works even better, if you say profanities."