Dragoncrest Cliffs the world's grave. not ours.

She hadn't even noticed Raleska's absence, at least not yet.  Rosalyn was close when she heard Chacal's cry, though, and it was wrong.  She wasted no time.

She wasn't prepared for what she arrived to find.  Nothing would have ever prepared her.

At first there was only rage.  The creature was the same one, she knew it immediately, and that it had dared follow her there made her sick with fear and fury.  But then she saw the corpse it carried, and froze.... 

Chacal disappeared.  The cliffs, gone.  Rosalyn's expression twisted and she screamed.  The sound was a broken mixture of sorrow and palpable, white hot fury.  Her caution shattered alongside her heart at the sight of her daughter's corpse... because Raleska would never be any less.

And this monster had taken her.

Heedless of anything else, Rosalyn threw herself at the bear.  She would kill it, and if it killed her here as well, so be it.