The nose knows, maybe.

Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned The smell of earth had made Remi's senses rule it out as the bakery, but the sound of Amalia's voice immediately contradicted that. Turning his large head, his amber eyes a few shades lighter now that they too were unseeing, the lion perked his ears forward and took a few hesitant steps. Amalia? He called, tail flicking curiously behind him. However as she approached, the sweet smell of spices and yeast and honied lavender wafted off of her, intermingled with the smell of moistened earth and Remi was quite sure that it was the baker. That will teach me to think I am a blood hound. He chuckled warmly. Moving forward and potentially nudging into her thigh accidentally, the lion glanced up (in fact looking slightly off to the side of his friend) and nodded. Either. Though you will have to guide me, either way.