It needed a good airing out and so the alpha mutant had opened all of the windows and even propped open the door. Usually he didn't mind strong smells, they stabilized his reality but when the constant smell was sex pheromone....well, it tended to get a little but overwhelming even for him. It was overpowering because of the feeling mixed with it, each time the act ensued. Raw emotion was one thing, and a primal urge another, but the two didn't tend to mix well when they were thrown together in a negative fashion.
The airing out of the house brought in another strange smell, however. Something Logan had never caught scent of before. The breeze wafted out Effie's smell and allowed this new one to linger within.
The odor itself was far from pleasant, and that was how the Wolverine found himself standing firmly on the yard of the old house on the outskirts of the city. His mind tried to wrap around the scent, what it could be. Smelled like insects but different. More human.
His ears picked up on a whole line of words a woman should never use in proper company, which caused Logan to smirk appreciatively and in an instant his claws shot out from between the knuckles on his hands. "My kinda woman," he breathed, lunging toward the house at the sound of the shots.
In another moment Logan was in the house, claws slashing at the thing the woman had been shooting at, it's head rolling across the floor. "Those things are nasty."