Episode 12A: The Request
The rich, clean scent of his uniform and his natural scent replaced the memory of the alien stench of the urthean’s breath. “it's a vintage batch—smooth, smoky, and definitely illegal to consume on duty,” he said, a playful spark in his eye.
If You Win a Rat Race, You're Still a Rat
She’d mark him with her scent, replace their mother’s aroma on his body with her own!