Firestone Hot Springs saltstone

"Just these for now," she assured him, filling the last skin skin with a triumphant swipe of her paw. It had not occurred to Bazi that she was treating Jace like a different sort of pack animal today - she was fast becoming accustomed to bossing her pack-mates around, particularly the boys, who were happy to let themselves be directed by the spirited little girl. Jace did have the muscle and carrying capacity, after all, and he was always on his toes - a perfect guard in every way.

"We'll see how the experiment goes first. I don't think it's sustainable - coming all this way for salt.. but we'll see. Maybe for a treat, every now and then. If it's even nice; my aunt used to do this, but I don't know if I'm even doing it right." She leaped out of the water again, scurrying over to inspect Jace's work. He had filled the skins to the brim, which pleased her, and with deft, practiced movements she knotted the two rabbit pelts together by the long, thin strips that had once covered springy legs. Jace could carry the whole lot over his shoulders, cushioned against the weight by his thick, dark ruff. Bazi would carry the third skin in her mouth - if Jace didn't offer to carry that too, which wouldn't surprise her. He was the gentlemanly sort.

"Do you know about any herbs that give a good taste?" she asked, motioning for him to pick up their load. Her aunt - long gone if not long dead - had mixed the salt with something fragrant, but had never shared the name. The sun was up now, shining in earnest upon the Kintla Flatlands. Wolves with their colouring would be easy to spot from a height, and she was keen to return home.