You should really ask your parents about this

Samara had gathered up what blooms she had left that hadn't dried yet, carefully pulling the more fragrant flowers from her stores and leaving the more mild ones. By the time she was done she'd depleted her store quite a bit, but that was fine by her she didn't need them anymore and there would be time to gather fresher flowers before she needed them again.

Samara emerged from her den, her mouth full of the flowers, which was going to make trying to find her intended targets a lot harder. She was looking for Rhyme's daughters, it wasn't hard to miss the telltale scent of heat mingled with their own scents, and Samara could remember her first heat, she'd been pretty prepared but these girls... well she couldn't say if their parents had ever taught them about it, but Rhyme still wasn't really in a position to help them if not.

So might as well try to endear herself to them.