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

There was something creepy about the stranger. Yami frowned as her question was met with a few strings of comments that would've made perfect sense but for the fact that they were being spoken by a woman. Her frown deepened as the stranger wound her way closer, causing Yami to take a step back as her discomfort grew. Homosexuality was something alien to her, and her inability to understand it made her instantly wary, instantly fearful, and instantly aggressive.

"What is wrong with you?" she asked, her face contorted with confusion and disgust, "You eat some spoiled meat or something?" Now that she had heard of--wolves going wackadoodles after eating bad meat and acting like they had a few screws loose. Maybe that was what had happened to this loon.