You're like a Menstrual Cyclist

Nemesis woke in a fit of sweat and fury. She never had dreams anymore. Only nightmares. Only ever nightmares. Growling, she pushed herself up from the warmth and to the chilly air around her. She had made a bed for herself in Red Grove. It was quiet, but not too quiet. This would only be temporary, she knew that when the arctic air's flowed and snow rained down from the sky that no grove would shelter her. Many of the suitable den's and caves had been ruined in the storm or hastily claimed by others. She sighed, I may just have to kill someone for it. 
Yawning, she stretched her legs and shook her head from the urge to crawl back up and sleep. The would be no more sleep for at leased a few days. Anything to avoid the nightmares. She was just about to set off when a rustle from the bushes set her into defensive mode. She had just about enough of wolves trying to sneak up on her, recalling how Cyn had tried. She tilted her head and sniffed the breeze. The scent was strong, not like anything she had smelt. It was definitely a female. In heat. All the more reason to stay away.. She thought to herself. But the scent was new. Could it be a trespasser? She growled, not now. But maybe it wasn't. She knew that some of Blackfeather was not on the territory when she arrived and she could have missed the female. Just to be sure, she went to check. 

Creeping silently, she spotted a dark female, who looked considerably anxious and annoyed. Ahh, this must be Burke's mate, she thought. She has picked up that his mate had taken a vacation just before she joined. But she doesn't know me. And with a mood like that, who knows who she'll react. Oh well! She approached the female, steadily and with caution. "Are you okay?" She asked, that was all she could offer. She knew that females in heat could be unpredictable and she didn't want to cause trouble with her Alpha's mate.