Blackfeather Woods i'll cook up a solution

for @Crescendo ! :)

Twist's mind was now focused on how she would preserve the corpse. The goat she'd killed would rot away and decay quickly, the blood being sucked away by whatever small creatures feasted on the goat's remains. She needed a way to preserve it and it's blood, and fast. Who knew who long it might take to get a wolf skull and strawberries? Listen to Darkness, Twist. Darkness will tells how, yes? She thought with a wag of her tail. Maybe the Darkness would tell her, and her ears perked, waiting for a reply to her thoughts to come from the trees. Darkness, please, Twist awaits advice, yes? Very good if Darkness giving idea helps Twist. Twist would greatful. She spoke aloud after waiting a few moments. But no reply came from the trees. Perhaps the Darkness didn't want her to go through with the spell. Frustrated, Twist lifted herself up and began to stalk through the woods, golden eyes narrowed to slits, her tail lashing in annoyance as she strode along.