Dragoncrest Cliffs The Devilll for my Hurt

chacal's screaming cut her like the edge of oyster shell.
the two arrived to find the tanzanite stricken, alone; her heart beat harshly. she moved to order her red daughter and then stopped short, for she was no longer obsidian. 
"chacal?" she asked with flickering dread. her daughter hunted for something along the sharp sea-rock, and she said nothing more, only fell into step with the younger woman.
an eagle. a warning. a child.
she must remain strong. she must not buckle. not now. not ever. the ruby's gaze cleared and she moved as chacal did.