Lion Head Mesa you gotta be

She felt the threat in his words, but Diantha did not flinch. Besides, she had learned from older women the ways to ensure no children would come from sharing a bed. First and foremost was to evade others during her heat. Which would be easy enough—right?

I do not, she said. And finally, Diantha ate. Ravenous as she was, she took her time, enjoying each morsel. It would not do to seem desperate.

What is his name? she asked between a swallow and another bite.