Galen woke to find Chains asleep next to him, most likely in close proximity due to a cold night. He got up with a twitch and a silent yawn, producing a slight ruffling sound as he flexed his wings within the confines of the tent. He shifted to midform and prepared to go outside, readying his pack and hatchet, and reaching into a compartment to grab some of the incinerator meat from several days past, which had turned to the consistency of a somewhat tough jerky at this point. He stowed his wings in another light blue haze and stepped outside.