Blackfeather Woods dark magic

Twist smiled and her eyes widened in a goofy manner as he called out toy, trying to make him laugh. Often small children laughed at funny faces. As he stretched out his tiny paws towards her muzzle, she herself giggled at the child. Her attention, however, was drawn to her alpha again as she spoke of her other two children and asked her about the goat. Yes, Twist's kill. Do Meldresi know any preservation substances so body may preserving? Twist needs not for kill to decaying. She said. Perhaps Meldresi would know a liquid or herb of some kind? Twist hoped so or else she'd have to kill another goat later when she had the other ingredients.