Still riding the slowing flow of adrenaline pulsing in his veins, Galen can feel the natural diversion of the urge to fight flow to the urge to continue the race. Looking about, his eyes turn everywhere instinctively searching, evaluating every female form for a partner ready to mate, ready to ride and be rode hard as he can. Feeling the urge, reinforced by the flow of blood to his nethers, his eyes lock onto Alyx's, the piercing green of his eyes focused as only a hunter caught on the trail of prey can.