Swiftcurrent Creek all of my worries

Paarthurnax brushed her nose against the tufted base of her leader's pale ear, and preened the fine hairs there to offer comfort and support. She recalled her own nervousness when she entered her first heat cycle, but thankfully her mother had warned her of what was to come. Her body was never a stranger to Paar; she had been well aware of the changes she would experience well before her time came, so she would know what to expect when it came to her duties as a wife when the time came.

"You bleed a little, from... you know," the bi-coloured medic answered, abandoning her brief grooming session to shoot a sideward glance in the direction of her rear. "And then you don't, and that's when you're receptive. Or, ovulate, to be precise." Paarthurnax flicked a russet ear, trying to pull together the best way to explain. Throughout her own heat, the two-toned medic always retreated to a place of privacy where she could let her hormones run their course alone. This was not only to prevent rogue males from pestering her, but to keep herself from shoving her tail beneath the noses of men she found attractive. "Again, everybody's different. Some women get mood swings, others want to be alone, or they'll eat or pee more than usual. And you'll find your own way of dealing with it."