Dragoncrest Cliffs I’ve become uncertain in a cosmic way

it hurt to see her sister's elegant form like a shadow down the beach.
she and sobo had not found requiem. she told herself the sting in her eyes was from the sandy grit lifted by the wind, but the closer they came to home and to chacal, the more apparent it was that she wept.
eyes wet; nose wet; she nuzzled into the tanzanite's fur, throat clinched around a sob.
and then she drew away, determined to be strong. determined to be like their mothers. "we will keep looking," the young obsidian declared in a tone of unassailable resolution.