It's a terrible day for rain

Dusk never made a habit of crying like most girls and she wouldn't cry now. That wasn't to say that the death of another wolf wasn't sorrowful, the dark lady simply didn't get close enough to anyone that wasn't family. She knew that her father was close with Audra, however, and so she would make an appearance at the funeral.

The obsidian spirit, though still recovering from her injury, had made her way into the wilds, bringing back a bouquet of various flowers. Limping up towards the pyre, Dusk deposited the flowers upon the stacked wood. She then went to seat herself beside her father, face solemn. Dusk was strong though and she fought to hold that Carpathian strength so that her father could mourn his friend without worry.

"Dusk Carpathius"