Sleeping Dragon firesuite

Salt. He snapped his jaws shut again with a click and pondered on why a rock would taste like salt this far from the ocean. He had tasted seawater, which had been similar but not so potent. It didn't occur to Tatkret that it was because of the geysers that sprayed water high into the air around them, and he gave one a quick glance as it burst from the ground as Sangilak spoke.

He shrugged, knowing she strictly believed in survival of the fittest (and smartest). However, Tatkret was a curious sort, who thankfully had not come across any poisonous substances yet; he expected such would be of a fouler scent than the salt rocks anyway. He met her darkened gaze with one of his own and answered simply, "it smelt strange." Then, with a wave of his tail, added, "but wasn't poison."