Emberwood you just don't have any--what's the word--talent.

Yami paused to sniff at one of the pale white tree trunks. It was heavy with the scent of the deer she was tracking, she assumed because it had rubbed against it. Satisfied, she turned to continue on, but was quickly distracted by a voice. Her eyes narrowed as alarm began to rise and she blurted out a "Who's there?" before thinking better of it. There was a lot of profanity being said, and in a tone that seemed angry. Her hackles raised warily as she prowled ahead, searching for the one who had spoken, even though she ought to have thought better of that too and just turned and left.