Her face was flat, lacking the enlarged sinus cavity and wide nose that gave his people superior scent detection. He had difficulty moving beyond her tiny nose. He had stared at her picture several times to grow used to her appearance. It should not alarm him. He knew several humans. He worked side-by-side with humans. Yet her tiny nose made him question how she could smell anything at all.
His bride was nose blind. She’d never be able to appreciate the pheromones his scent glands produced or understand his instinctual need to rub his jaw–and those glands–on her.
It didn’t matter. Other Tal males would recognize his scent on her and respect the bond between mates.
She stood there, prim and proper, with her back straight, hands folded demurely in front, and wearing a dress far too fussy
