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Artaax shook his head at her first answer. That wasn't it. She was always gone for a few days and she never came back smelling like this. Seemed as though she thought better of it after a beat, for she offered a different suggestion after looking herself over.

I guess I was around some woman in heat.

The yearling blinked steadily at her, mulling over her words. There was something strange about the way she said it that spoke of some inner turmoil... But that went right over his head. What was heat? Something about it sounded familiar. Likely the word had been bandied about while his mother was going through it. Hell, Wildfire may have specifically sat him down and explained everything about heat and he had absorbed none of it. But that was the fact of the matter - he didn't know what it was, and so her response was insufficient for him.

"Where did you find heat?" he asked stupidly, thinking she meant the scent came from a woman (true) that she had hung out with somewhere the temperature was hot (not true... unless we're being metaphorically, and even then it's a stretch).