Mylanna had learned long ago to trust her senses.  Even though she could sense no one and no thing around her, the feeling of being watched was enough to keep her on her toes.  There could be no changing so long as there was risk of being discovered.  People would not understand, would assume the worst if word of a weretiger was reported to be in the area.  To her it was a gift, even if it did entail certain risks.  She was not one of the more feral were creatures that roamed the world, but who would believe her?<br/><br/>She does her best to push the feeling of being watched to the back of her mind, and let her instincts and training take over, letting her skills as ranger and rogue guide her steps.  Checking tracks as she comes upon them, he moves through the forest, with no clear aim, a ranger on patrol, making sure the forest was safe for the creatures that dwelt here.