<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/Hayden_hawkens_12.jpg)</div>Tears-Asunder followed inside.  During the daytime, she wore her usual outfit of a white T-shirt that didn't quite cover her belly button and jean shorts which gave clean-shaven legs plenty of room to breathe.  A number of human things didn't interest her, but at least she did a decent job of not looking out of place.<br/><br/>For the most part, anyway.  When the night came, she had a jacket to add to everything else which covered down to her knees.  Like most lizards, she didn't like the changes in temperature very much, even though they were quite natural in the desert.  It was something she didn't fully manage to get used to...yet.<br/><br/>The pretty girl had also had a chance to prove herself in combat.  Her "Archid" form - the parallel to Crinos - was a primordial creature more like a dinosaur than anything else, but not any sort of dinosaur that ever lived.  Dinosaurs didn't have vast, five-digit claws with wickedly serrated talons.  Sure, some of them walked upright, or had wings, or had scales thick enough to be armor, but she had all of them at once, not unlike some terrible dragon trying to be human, or vice versa.<br/><br/>She followed inside, somewhat intrigued by the scent of the place.  Smells always make her feel weird; she could taste the air in suchid, but it was hardly the same.  This particular scent made her feel hungry, and her stomach rumbled with a sharp exclamation to explain that fact to everyone else.  Then again, no one accused her of social subtlety.<br/><br/>Tears-Asunder had more of a way of getting along with people without saying much.  She was quite capable of speaking, and made herself known when something was important, but she wasn't all that great with small talk or casual chatter.  Unlike wolves, monitor lizards in Nevada often came from pet stores and didn't have as much practice with speaking with their own kind, leaving her to catch up after her First Change.<br/><br/>Listening to the explanation of the police officer kinfolk, she couldn't help but frown.  It wasn't an unusual story, especially throughout the ages, but it never got easier to hear.  People just couldn't get used to things the way she did, not when it was always brand new for them.  A hundred years is more than long enough that the last time this happened wouldn't even be known by people today.  So many things were like that.  She could understand how other Mokole had a difficulty relating to others.<br/><br/>Someone had to remember, though.  Someone had to watch the Garou at work, learn the stories and be able to hold them for Gaia.  If Tears-Asunder got to rip things apart and have a fun time in the process, well, that was just a perk of the job.