Galen sat upright quickly as he head a commotion within the capitol below. As he searched the streets for signs of the origin of the chaotic yelling with his brown, gold veined eyes, he witnessed what looked like the deer and the previously captive sergal he had arrived with running towards the beach as fast as they might possibly run. "Well, never mind that," he said, regarding his liberation and escape planned later in the night,"now to see just how far an assisted glide might carry me at such an altitude." As he took a running start in fullform before shifting to midform to reduce mass and drag, he took note of any possible updrafts among the various outcroppings of dark, basaltic boulders which might assist in his flight. "Hopefully the coastal winds have good intentions in mind as well, and assist me in my pursuit."