It was that dreaded time again. Her hormones and pheromones changed, producing a lusty scent for those around her and making her very, very, receptive to males. She was in heat. And this time, she did not want that happening.
She was old, not old enough to where her bones creaked and she could not remember anything that happened yesterday, but old enough to know that this very well might be her last time in this cycle. And somehow, it was stronger than ever. She did not have the herbs to counter-act the cycle; she was focused more on healing herbs than anything like that. So she was forced to hide it as best as she could.
The priestess attempted to mask her scent by rolling in damp leaves and mud, but she had a feeling one of her males would find her eventually.
