Dragoncrest Cliffs it’s very easy to make this clear

mintglow eyes watched a young buck stagger weakly across the sand. so many were drawn by the sparse sea-grass, but this one was starving indeed to come into a land of wolves. 
exposure at the end of winter had assured that this one would not live. but even with the weakened legs, the antlers reigned, and erzulie knew it would take a combined effort.
the buck, spotting the obsidian and seeing his exit cut off by her appearance, lunged into the sea, not yet deep enough to be forced into the current.
a grin; this skill was one she could teach.