For the first time in years, Gale has no idea where he is. Traveling, he imagines, but usually he arrives with enough information to get by on. Now he's stranded, and assaulted by a whole array of unfamiliar scents. Save one, though he's hesitant to move in that direction. He knows enough about them that they don't respond well to solitaries, of any species but least of all their own.

Trying to blend in is probably a bad idea in this case. He starts along the forest in that direction anyway, currently unaware that the forest is actually on the branch of a larger tree.