Firestone Hot Springs saltstone

When he's angry, or when his loved ones are in danger. Bazi frowned, puzzled. "That's fine, isn't it? That might even be useful." The white wolf gathered her legs and stood up - water poured noisily back into the spring from her saturated fur, and she only stepped back onto the bank when the majority of it had drained back. Back on dry land, she shook herself into a spiky ball, licked some of it back down (Ferdie would have to do the majority of the work), and re-focused her attentions on Jace.

He looked dejected, to say the least.

"Hey," she soothed, hurrying forward to nuzzle her tortured-looking friend's ruff. "You've got us now. That's a whole pack to act as your anchor, or your light. Help me scrape this salt into the skins, now," she instructed, keen to demonstrate to Jace that his affliction changed nothing.

It was easy to say now, before the storm.