The smell made Wanda hesitate, it was so rank and thick, but after a few seconds, she followed after Buffy, breathing shallowly and walking on tiptoes as if contact with the floor would contaminate her somehow. After a few steps, her feet stopped touching the floor, not from conscious intent, just...
Wanda was no stranger to death, but the first time she'd smelled something like that, it had been wafting over from the rubble where the dead bodies of her parents were crushed underneath. That stink had been less strong, not being confined and the decay probably not as far along, but in her memory, it was even stronger.
She wanted nothing to do with this, but she forced herself to look, and then looked away. And then forced herself to really look, taking in the multiple bite marks, Buffy's explanation. Her feet landed on the floor with a solid sound.
"That's horrible," Wanda said, her whisper barely containing her vehemence. "And they just...left them here?" Her voice quivered in anger and disgust. Death deserved respect, not...this.