Ravensblood Forest can the chosen one smoke?

Aster took a deep breath as he finished his statement. She would need to choose her words carefully to try and push his say in her favor. Borders. Could she keep watch of the borders? Were her senses - other than sight - keen enough to keep her pack safe? She supposed she could try, and she understood what it would mean if she failed, but that wasn't of importance now. I can keep borders. My hearing and scent haven't left me quite yet. She smiled and released a loose laugh, though she kept it short in an efforts to keep face.
I have enough of my sight left to see when another approaches, and my other senses can easily pick up from there. Though she wasn't trained in the art of combat, she would be happy to learn if it meant that she would be allowed to stay. She was willing to do anything if it meant her survival.