As Valeska neared the stranger, her nose tingled as a familiar, albeit startling scent wafted up to tickle her olfactory senses. She tried to push it away, but as she closed the distance between them, the woman's aroma became more and more pungent - almost sweet - and she cleared her throat awkwardly as if to distract attention away from the elephant in the room.

Despite her increasing years, she had only engaged in the passionate, visceral act of sex once in her life with a charming wolf named Rhelenso (she pointedly did not include Ragnar in this count; what he had shared with herself and Amaranth had been special and holy, and through sacred ritual had delivered them their first litter - it was not merely fucking).

What knowledge she held on the subject was limited to only the little her foggy memory could recall from the event, which was probably for the best, as Amaranth likely would have pulled what remained of her brain matter out from her nostrils like spaghetti noodles if she thought Valeska hadn't entirely purged the memory of Rhelenso.

She didn't think of him often at all, really - just enough to remember what purpose that decidedly feminine scent served.

You said Нет (no) just now, she said curiously, Вы знаете этот язык? (You know this tongue?)

How intriguing!

Well, if the grass is itchy, then I should recommend one of the dens, Valeska replied. It is late, and you seem... lost. We do not mind guests, so long as they are kind.

The woman rolled onto her side with a beleaguered sound, skin twitching with barely-disguised agitation as she allowed the grass to further torment her. Valeska, having an intelligent thought for the first time in four days, thought it might be serving her as a distraction against the maddening heat-scent that emanated from her person.

Have you met - anyone here, yet?