Dragoncrest Cliffs a woman young and old

the sound of the sea-soaked poor girl had brought up the motherly ears of the ruby. having spent another lesson with etienne, finding she was pleased with his progress, she moved down toward the beachhead.
but — it was a young wolf, shouting, a vaguely familiar child. and as she approached, she saw his shape grow more remembered to her eyes, and cleared her throat in the irony.
"boy." her voice was sharp as she materialized to stand near him. "listen to de woman." how was continued caterwauling up toward a situation of help in any regard?
she stared hard at him with a grandmotherly chastisement, then flicked her tail. "stay aroun'. i be callin' you when you can come along."
spared her fangs only for the fact that his father was her son. 
the ruby went to join the red wolf and the gasping stranger. "t'ere, ah. mireille, will you bring water, mon cher?" erzulie, slipping into the role of medic which at times took precedence over leadership. "swallowed a lot of de ocean, mmm?" she said smoothly, "head down, deep an' slow inhales."