Galen took his time settling down in the tent. His pack and hatchet were within arm's reach, and he took the time to use whatever minimal padding was available in an attempt to make things a more accomodating. As he stretched his arms in a relaxed posture, he decided that the best way to go about things would be to shift to fullform and sleep that way. Following a moment of reorientation and a faint blaze of light from the medallion around his neck, he lied down and wrapped himself in his wings, now visible at their full size. The floor was somewhat padded from the fallen foliage underneath the tent itself, and his dreams were of slight worry, but also with a hint of the satisfaction coming from an imminent resolution of recent difficulties.