Sweat is the perfume of lovers.
Through werewolf eyes the world was different. For one thing, it was in black-and-white. At least, that small part of it which as a human [Angua had] thought of as "vision" was monochrome--but who cared that vision had to take a back seat when smell drove instead, laughing and sticking its arm out of the window and making rude gestures at all the other senses?
