Galen landed at the beach's smooth shores with a cloud of dust engulfing him. He foled his wings for the moment, his jacket currently stowed in a compartment of his pack. Looking around the beach, he saw little, minus the hull of a capsized ship off in the distance. He made his way towards it, washing his bloodstained hand in the ocean's salty waters, and then moving to walk in the dirt dividing the forest from the sand in order to keep his shoes relatively empty of debris and sediment. He heard the rumbling of his stomach, and made a resolution to possibly try his hand at hunting after he had inspected his destination a bit.