Blackfeather Woods i'll cook up a solution

A dark shadow with fine looks, muscles, and peircing silver eyes moved upon her path. In the way he replied made her think she might be the Dark Lord himself, though she couldn't be sure. Nevermind, Twist would ask. Twist was look for Darkness. Has the Shadow Lord taken the form of this dark wolf? A fine form become flesh upon Earth, though his divine much more spiritual. Easier for spirits here to sight. She said. Then she feared she'd asked too many questions. Perhaps the Dark Lord would have her killed. O Great One, please do no kill Twist, follower of thee. She said, informing him of her name and that she was in fact a worshipper of him. But Twist would not bow till he verified than he was indeed the Darkness.