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He was relieved she didn't want to seek justice. He tucked away a thought that might stick with him for some time: once he'd amassed enough allies, they could perhaps go for a raid, and the coyote and her family would be at the top of the list. He knew she coveted shiny things- and perhaps she would be foolish enough to keep them all in her little nest. 

As for their own safekeeping, Widower knew better than any that hiding treasures was the best way of protecting them...Aside from using them for trade. He smiled faintly. "The sand never shares its secrets," He said, gazing out over the dunes. "I've buried of value nothing here. I only keep on hand what I intend to polish, so I have a few things in the rough squirrelled away but...Everything else...I simply choose a palm, and tread however many paces out into the desert, and bury it there. The sand covers my tracks and my scent though I have to rely on my memory to keep track of it all." he admitted. "You'd like a bit more of a safety deposit spot though, yes?" He asked.