t wasn't the first time Huitzilopotchli wished his base was a bit closer to his old country. Not just because he'd be able to do more, but also because winter didn't agree with him, or any of the others.
This time he'd made sure he'd gotten plenty of supplies, knowing Mary wouldn't like it if he took of hunting. Carrying his own gear was easy enough, because although he was loathe to admit it, New York had been good to him. He'd gotten more belief, more followers and more hearts as his territory slowly expanded.
So he returned her smile, glad she was feeling similar to him. "Less like exhaust and decay you mean?" He joined her on the slight hill to look towards the horizon. And then he glanced up, hoping to catch an eagle. IF he could bring one of those home he'd be glad, as his hummingbirds weren't the only animal he was known for. "You are right though." He offered when he could find nothing, and turned back to her. "This is far better."