Something about Sisterly bonds?

Xina rolled her eyes skyward as Seri expressed her skepticism.
"I fucking hope you don't ever get to see one," Xina remarked sharply as she watched her sister prance on ahead. Golden eyes lingered on the way Seri's hips swayed before her. A funny feeling sank into her fur again. But she had a job to do and that was to scout the area for any dangers.

Keeping an eye on her sister she strolled down the path behind her. Bird song sang around them in fits and starts overhead. The songs were a different type than she had heard from before, it wouldn't be too much of a jump to say that the island probably had a rare population of birds. Circling around Seri, Xina came across a lush abundance of berries and plants she was sure she had seen a healer use a time or two. Among the plants, scattered over the ground were clusters of black shiny rocks she knew to be obsidian! The mountainside seemed to be rich with the delicate and sharp stones.

Xina strode a little closer to her sister and eyed what she was making. Seri was definitely the creative type and had made several interesting things already. "What you making?" Xina asked bluntly.