Galen opened his wings and launched into the air as soon as the forest thinned enough around him that he wouldn’t hit anything. Soon he was soaring high above the forest, safe from the wolves and myriad of other dangers the wilds presented.

As always when he flew this way, the force of the wind in his hair and seeming defiance of gravity gave him a sense of freedom that he rarely experienced. Soon he knew he would come back to earth to deliver the all-important message. Until then he reveled in the exultant feelings flight evoked.