Bearclaw Valley Somehow you strayed and lost your way

Stryx peered at the various puddles of water, the herbs they contained. Over some she sniffed; others, after, made her want to withdraw. As she snaked towards the further wall she heard Arielle's question.

Wrong? Nothing. The woman croaked, letting out a little laugh from her nose - all air. I was in heat. You're probably smellin' the end of that.

Something flashed in her vision - closer to disgust than anything discernable - before settling on her usual gloomy emptiness. I usually take some medicines to prevent it. Didn't have time this year, ah, so... It hit me pretty hard.

Her eyes roamed to the woman, wondering how she'd react. Most women of power would be antagonistic of any rivals. Arielle had sounded unsure about the scent rather than angry, which was a telling sign of her youth. Besides that, Stryx doubted she was much of a threat to the girl's clear supremacy.