A mild funk of boiled cabbage, removed old gym socks, and wet dog surrounds Auntie Stink.
You might think that she would seem downcast because of her odor.  However she almost always has either a smug smile or a roguish smirk on her face.  Furthermore, she holds herself with self-important righteousness.
She strides with a practiced gracelessness.

Most other werewolves begrudgingly fall into patterns of respect around her despite their own preferences.