" An older, inebriated Scot who looked like he'd been sitting on his barstool all day looked me up and down, then smelled the air. " Heh, neebr, goat a deid an'mal in yer bac'pac, or iz it ye tha' bloody stinks?" My brain took a moment to translate. " Actually, yes, there is a dead animal in my backpack, but I probably stink, too. "