Wild Berry Meadow The street's a liar

Naturally, she would inquire about his scent. It seemed she had some brains to her after all, thinking ahead without being insulting. Clever girl. Already she was more impressive than the curl-tailed man from the woods before. Now, why would some random loner smell of blood? Regularly, there was no answer other than the truth... but she didn't meet him more than once, so perhaps, if he played his cards right, he could get away with this. 

Pretty rancid isn't it? He cringed while sniffing at his own coat, sticking out his tongue to add to the jest that he was indeed disgusted by it rather than... well, glowing in its perfume. I've been guarding a carcass for the past few days, it's stench must have gotten onto me during that time. You understand right? Loners gotta eat. That should be a valid enough reason.