Blackfeather Woods dark magic

There were some ingredients for the spell Twist wished to perform. In truth, she was very much into this, it was a huge spell and could be, well, life-changing. Raising your father from the dead was no easy task, at least not without knowing a handy-dandy spell. Twist went through the ingredients in her head: goat bloods, dry wolf skull, smashed strawberry. Conditions needed for spell: dark place, chant spell. A dark place was no trouble, and Twist knew the spell, so that was taken care of. Goat blood was easy too, as long as she killed a goat. She wasn't sure where any strawberries grew and if they grew nearby. And to get a wolf skull she'd need a dead wolf. She decided she wouldn't do any gathering today, just pondering of how she'd gather the rarer items. And so Twist, with a strange grin on her face and a crazed, haunted look in her lightning eyes, walked through the dark wood towards nowhere.