You're like a Menstrual Cyclist

Meldresi paced through the red leaves and flowers of the grove, breathing in the faded scents of Burke and several females here. It infuriated the Night Queen even more than before, sensing these scents intertwined in this spot, and this spot alone. She growled at the thought of Burke spending time with them, training or not. He should have come to save her, shouldn't he? No. He had a pack to lead. He had to stay here...

The Queen's ears perked at the sound of two female voices in tandem, both questioning. Meldresi turned to face both of them, one with the dark cloak familiar to Blackfeather wolves, the other golden brown, like Grimnir. How funny. "I'm as fine as I will be in this state." She murmured to the second, sitting down, her eyes half lidded. "I am Meldresi Melonii, Burke's mate." She introduced herself and subtly inviting them to do the same. She had a lot to catch up on, though in her estrogen-addled state, it really wasn't the best time.