Sunbeam Lair [m] who try to turn you

the stranger introduces himself as rowan. rowan blackfeather. if she heard that sirename before it goes unnoticed now. praimfaya relaxes, feeling the slow burning fire beneath her skin flare to life as she inhales deeply, drinking in his scent over the scent of moss and sharp tang of damp rock. i'm not hurt, praimfaya assures him. i'm in heat. she supplies, unsure how to candy coat it. perhaps if she were speaking trigedasleng she might've found a way to construct it so it didn't sound so blunt but the rush of hormones through her body are making her extra no-nonsense.

praimfaya gives a small cant of her head and pushes herself to her paws as her frostbound gaze studies him in the golden light filtering in through the split in the rock overhead. have you ...not been around a woman in heat before? she inquires, wondering why his first instinct was to assume she was hurt.