it's on and poppin'

Adrenaline pushed Scully along, sending him flying onto the beach that served as the rendezvous point between himself and his family. Judging by the shadows he was an hour late for the time they had set to come together and check with one another, a system that had let them wander without losing touch. It had taken some effort to lose Ellery, and even then he had played it safe, twisting around and going in random tangents to make sure he didn't leave a clear trail. The young man was winded and his muscles shook with effort and tension, but he was grinning widely and thoroughly enjoying himself.

He'd done it; they'd taken the bait and he'd managed to shake the giant that usually kicked his ass. It was good day, so long as he could round up Avella and Clouse and get moving quickly. Scully couldn't see Nineva allowing Ellery to travel completely alone, even if she didn't know that chasing the monthling would take them across an entire ocean. She likely had help, and she was smart and methodical. This was going to take his top game.

"Avella?! Clouse! We gotta move!" Scully called loudly. He crashed into the surf near their hidden base, tongue lolling as he panted to catch his breath.

Why didn't he smell Clouse at all?