The Salt Marshes lay south of Mystal Ridge, north of the area once called Mirratt Hills and east of the crevice once named Tristen. It is a harazardess place, not often visited by lions. The marshes are a veritable bog-land stretching across a large area. Sink holes, stagnant pools of water and heavy banks of mud are its defining features, each as dangerous as the next to even the most travelled of lions. Shrubby low lying plants litter the area whilst the muck and foul water clouds all scents with the acrid smell of salt and rotten vegetation. The water itself is as great a danger as the sink holes and dangerous footing. Should a lion drink the water he would find himself twice as thirsty as he had been and craving more.