Becoming a professional stalker

'I can smell her.'

She had left traces of her foot prints littered around her paths, carelessly allowing the scent of her musty toes to waft all around the forest.

Of course to a normal human, this stanky aroma would go unnoticed. But Lilo was very well familiar with her feet and his glutton nose was particularly good at picking out details as well as diving deeper into one's scent.

In his past life, he had gotten used to her musk. It was never as horrendous as this. In fact, Candy smelt sweet.

Bubbles however, if she didn't have access to the baths, a tiny sniff of her musk could scrunch your face. All facial muscles contracting to close any access in which the scent could intake into.

It was an oddly pleasant stank though, at least to Lilo.