Sunbeam Lair How to deal with these waves..?

Snagging this. ^^

There was no particular reason for the chieftess being out and about, but she was anyways. Already she had done her usual patrols, as well as checked up on the blooming plant life within the lair, which had left her with little more to do. It had led to her wandering somewhat aimlessly, a feeling uncoiling in the recesses of her mind: wanderlust. It was nipping and gnawing at her once more, and so she was certain a trip away would need to be taken soon. To where she would go, the girl knew not, but that only seemed to make the idea that much more enticing. But, it did not claim the attention of her mind for very long, for the wind had shifted and offered to her a scent. It was Ezimette, she'd noted, but it wasn't quite the same as her usual aroma. No, there was something different to it, but what it was she could not place immediately. Then when it'd finally hit her, the girl was off, stopping not for a single break. Her movements continued until the woman was meters away from her, and it was there that the dragoness had stilled and started to observe.

Round and round she seemed to go, circling a tree in what Asterr perceived to be panic. "Ezimette," the girl called out softly, wishing to obtain her attention and settle her down. "How long has it been since you came into season?" The question was moderately intrusive but necessary, as it would offer the chieftess a time frame that she would need to then consult. With the woman's scent lingering around, there was no way of telling how the males of the tribe might react, and so the girl knew that she would need to stay near to her tribe mate to ensure nothing transpired. Not to say the other could not protect herself, of course, but a wolf in heat was often bound to act against rational thoughts.