Deepwood Weald You can't keep them all caged

Haedwig was almost peppy as she worked, until she was hit by the scent of another woman's heat. She gagged almost instantly, much preferring the scent of garlic.

She lifted her head as the woman spoke to her, Haedwig staring with a furrowed brow. She felt sure that they were near the same age, though Haedwig knew well that she appeared older.

No. I'm going to roll in it. She couldn't imagine why anyone would willingly eat the garlic - nobody would go near you with that breath. You smell horrible. Don't you have the sense to hole yourself up?

It seemed like common sense to Haedwig. Heat scent had a tendency to send more impulsive women, especially those who were young, into aggressive outbursts.