Dragoncrest Cliffs it’s very easy to make this clear

the deer padded in the surf, bleating a weakened warning. erzulie watched, approaching the lapping foam as haunt drew up beside her. a thousand words leapt to her tongue; explanation for their role here, soft soothings now that vex meant to leave them, setting haunt here alone; a gesture of praise.
but erzulie spoke none of those now. the pale girl was a fine hunter and learned quickly. she would not need verbal guidance, the obsidian believed. wondering if @Chacal would join them, for she had found her daughter's frequent seeking trails, the harlot watched their quarry.
terrified at the sight of another seawolf, he had cast himself into the ocean, and now swam in a futile cut toward the stone plinth just off-shore. erzulie entered the sharp cut of the waters at once; they were warmer now, though still fed by icemelt.
her legs churned strongly. she moved past haunt to keep herself between shore and prey, for as long as the animal remained in the ocean with no footing, the weaker it would become. slowly she drove it into deeper water, careful not to lose their intended target to a roiling sea-beast with rows of teeth.