He does discover that he's not on the ground as he initially thought, having pushed through some trees to find the edge of the branch the forest is growing on. In all his time traveling, he's never seen anything like this. And even now, years after he'd last seen his tribe mates, his first thought is still of them and how they might have reacted to something like this.

As he continues, he tucks himself back under the canopy of heaves and branches, feeling safer under the security of cover for the time being. Most things tend to avoid him, but he knows better than to count on his aura entirely.

Gale would know that scent anywhere, sensing the line-grandfather on the wind before he even hears anything. He can't see him yet, but he can feel him, and he darts off towards a larger clearing in the trees in hopes to catch his attention. "Stone!"