Galileo flapped his leather wings with strong, deep strokes through the evening winds. The stars flashed like bulbs and the gusts of winds pushed against the trees making their branches wave back and forth in a slow rhythm.<br/>Galileo was new to these parts of the forest; he had only recently left his hunting ground around Dark-Crust Mountain, a mountain he had named because of its dark colour. But this forest looked promising as a new hunting ground, the lush green of the trees made the forest look like an ideal spot for prey to eat. His old hunting place around Dark-Crust Mountain had recently been crumbled under a rocky land fall, and all of the prey that used to graze there had now moved elsewhere.<br/>Galileo's emerald eyes scanned the ground for signs of life. He rested his wings into a straight line and hovered around the maze of trees looking for animal activity. There was none. Only a few rabbits swarming around their burrow, but nothing big enough to be a substantial food supply.<br/>Galileo sighed deeply at his bad luck, and, with a beat of his large wings, set off once more.<br/>He soon found a small grassland, and decided to land and think of his options. As his clawed feet settled into the soft green, Galileo thought about other means of hunting land.<span style="font-style: italic">There's no land beyond the Dark mountains, only water and rock, nothing a deer or boar would have interest in. </span>He sat down while in thought,<span style="font-style: italic"> Perhaps beyond the ruins, apparently there was human lands there, maybe around that area would be a grassland.</span>Galileo blinked away his thoughts after deciding that beyond the ruins was his best bet. It would take at least a day in sunlight to get there, so Galileo decided to call it a day. He leaned forward on his front legs and slowly slid down until his belly was resting gently in the lush grass.<br/>There would probably be others in the forest, dangerous ones, but the thought didn't cross Galileo's mind as he drifted into a sleep.