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Dusk knew ahead of time what her aunt Iolaire had planned and so she was quite ready when the call came. Out over the plains the dark lady loped, the shadows eating up her lithe form as she moved. The stars above glinted off of the Carpathian steel blades attached to her long tail as she moved. Quickly, she made her way to the glowing bonfire in the distance, seeing her aunt already sitting there, curled up like a contented cat on one of the many furs. Dusk had a fondness for the old woman, as brusque and crotchety as she could be. She gave Io's cheek an affectionate nuzzle then settled down on a fur at the edge of the grouping so that she could both keep watch and be the first line of defense in case trouble happened upon them.

"Dusk Carpathius"