pretty good bet that he was going to die if he did n't take cover , but he did n't seem to care and the why was clear : his bonding scent was louder than any noise he could have made with his throat , the dark spice a roar that overcame every other smell , from the city 's body odor to the river 's sweat to the lesser stench that was wafting up from lash 's rotting body .