Nobody hangs hard times on the wall

Suddenly there was a scent. Immediately Remi's tongue grew moist and the predator within him, blind or no, wanted to leap into action. Not allowing this of course, the lion came to a halt, head tilted into the breeze to try and listen for the creature, rather than simply smell it. Though the scent was overwhelming. It smelled of some sort of equine, though not quite a horse. He knew what those smelled like from his time with Rory, and while this was close, it almost seemed more earthy somehow. Hello? Remi called out mentally, his voice light and melodically accented as he blindly turned his amber gaze this way and that, trying to triangulate where the scent was coming from. remi sometimes love is war but sometimes you win