The old guard, analysts say, faces chronic difficulties and its enemies smell blood.
Times, Sunday Times (2007)
You smelt blood and went for the jugular.
Times, Sunday Times (2008)
I was trapped with nobody about but a rabid dog that now smelt blood from a small cut on my cheek.
Times, Sunday Times (2012)
He could smell blood, smell the rank breath, the rotting teeth, he could almost see its small red, evil, eyes.
Barbara Erskine HIDING FROM THE LIGHT