Clem's nose wasn't as powerful right now as it had been in the last twenty-four hours, but she could still pick out a hundred different things in a fifty-foot radius. At least she could if her skin wasn't still smeared with alien-smelling innards, despite her best attempts at baby-wiping it off before she got dressed.
Another predator, however, she locked onto pretty easily. As soon as a touch of breeze carried the scent to her, Clem stopped moving. Her inner heckles raised, but not by much. Not what she expected, anyway... She turned over her shoulder, zeroing in on the not!cougar with stilled breath.