At least she didn't say it was a bad smell. To her wolf nose, it was mostly just interesting, and her human nose can't detect it at all (or it probably can't; she's not about to stick her nose in his hair again to find out).

She snorts indelicately at the joke, like a much milder version of her earlier sneeze. "I didn't realize you had one," she deadpans. Though it might help explain why he was so snippy with himself.

Before she can decide whether that last thought is worth voicing, there's a rather insistent yowl from outside. Frowning, Daine heads over to the door and tugs it open. A rather disgruntled looking cat is sitting in the leaves, his tail lashing irritably.

I found one of your little two-leggers, he informs her as Daine drops into a crouch. I tried to call you, but you were gone, and then a dog chased me off.

"Oh, dear," Daine murmurs, rubbing her forehead. Just when she was starting to contemplate a little break, too.