Dragoncrest Cliffs it’s very easy to make this clear

Just as she had expected, the creature attempted to find a safe haven from the marine predators amongst the barnacle-covered bounders, but with its fur weighted by seawater and its hard hooves, it could not pull itself up. Cornered, Chacal thought, against the tide-breaking boulders and with no way of pulling itself out from their grasp. Her lips pulled back in a grin. This deer was much less intimidating, knowing that it had to swim in order to stay afloat, and that it would potentially be much less dangerous now that it was out of its element. 

But Haunt had not joined them- she'd only noticed such when she saw her mother turn away, taking pressure off the deer they had herded out and away from the shore. Chacal moved forward as she saw the deer begin to head for shore again, thinking it best to cut the deer off but when she noticed that the deerstalker had not joined them, she too altered her course so that the deer could be allowed to swim back toward the shoreline- but not without the escorts swimming close by, and with one hunter still facing it on land. 

Erzulie moved in and dragged the deer's head underwater, and Chacal was at its side a moment later. The water was still deep enough she could not touch- so she three herself across the deer's shoulders, and clamped onto the back of its neck with her jaws. Erzulie too would need to lift her head to breathe at some point, and if she did, Chacal wanted to make sure that the deer could not get more than a gasp of air as it fought beneath the pull and weight of the wolves.