Halifax was far from beautiful. As the golden Anatheman wandered through empty streets, she made silent comparisons to Halifax with her own Eterne. It was nothing in comparison to the Mexican paradise she had been born within, but it was all she could use to find the tools she wanted. There was nothing else, apart from forest and other packs. The ruined city held treasures she couldn't find anywhere else. That's why she'd taken the trip from Anathema's caverns to the open, barren city. For hidden treasures.

Human homes were strange. Tlantli found her way into one after the next, searching and searching and searching for the thick metal object she knew had to be hidden somewhere. Five homes, then ten, passed by so quickly without reaching the objective. She was left disgruntled and annoyed. Why was it so hard to find one simple item? Her feet carried a coyote's body back into the streets of the human wreckage, red eyes focused on the ground. Since her meeting with Sirius Revlis, she had found herself doing more to create an imposing image around her otherwise unaggressive form. In the boundaries of the new world she lived in, she was nothing too frightening, just another small female with no hope to overpower the larger wolves around her. It was disgusting.

"Si yo era humano, ¿dónde estaría yo mantenerlo?" Her calculative gaze crossed store fronts in silence as she sought her mind for the most logical place to hide a file. It had to be done soon. She didn't have time to wait once the handsome coywolf's plans were rolled into action.