Firestone Hot Springs saltstone

That's hilarious! :D Good idea. I'll conclude this here.

Bazi accepted his offer with a sweet smile and a nod of her head - Jace rolled the two connected bags over his shoulders and plucked the third, lighter bag from the ground with his mouth. If the bags were heavy or uncomfortable, he didn't show it.

Bazi traipsed ahead of her loaded convoy on light, springy steps, enjoying the strengthening sunshine. "Ginger," she repeated, tasting the word. Any jealousy she had felt over Jace's broad range of knowledge was long gone now; he shared it willingly and never boasted. "You'll have to help me find some when we get home."

They walked in comfortable silence for the majority of the journey home - Bazi in front, Jace on her heels. Any talk of bloodlust and endangering the pack was forgotten.