Dragoncrest Cliffs it’s very easy to make this clear

haunt, in the water. chacal, hanging onto the buck that surged, even weakly, under their combined heft. without two securing it, the animal might cause injury to one of them. in a swift moment she had changed her target; water snorted from her nostrils as she moved in an attempt to herd chacal away from legstroke of the animal.
in the next moment she had cut into the current from her daughter's side, lunging for haunt's nape before the saltblindness led the pale girl deeper into a current for which she was not ready. deer aplenty upon these shores and in the forests, in the tangled morass behind their lands. they could be found again; haunt perhaps could not wait to be caught back from the waves.
when she had hopefully pulled them back to the first touch of sand beneath paw, erzulie coughed and lifted a streaming head to search fervently for chacal.