He stops dead in his tracks and looks around, something caught his sences as a shiver ran up his long spine. With worried look, he looks around and listens, sniffing the air with his tail and not picking up a single wiff from his mate, he stares back at the direction of the hunters and takes off like monkey through the trees. Gliding almost gracefully as he plants his hands firmly on one large branch and hauls his long body up to push him to the next, and to the next, and the next. Not caring the least about stealth. He knows something happned to his mate and soars toward the whorde like a storm, frightening the birds for hundreds of yards away. Anyone with eyes could easily tell there is a storm approaching!