Stone Circle what would liz lemon do?

He explains what he remembers rabbits smelling like and she nods. The meat is a little sweet, perhaps, but he hasn’t been trained on how to track them. Their scent is more than that but it is enough of a base that they should be able to find them. “They also smell kinda musky, let they’ve been sitting in a hole with old pee,” she explains. Her nose wrinkles comically at the thought with a chuckle and she bobs her head in one direction, nose to the ground. “Let’s see if we can pick up a trail.”