Callis Scampered pleasantly along with the others, though he had his fair share of stumbling and tripping. He was obviously not in the least worried that they were bieng chased by potentially hostile people, and upon the sight of the red-sailed ships at the beach, he Spoke faintly, "Amazing, Look at those ships!" He wasnt one for boat-travel, of course, all those days on hard, wooden floorboards with no grass beneath his feet was a bit nauseating to him, but he could at least admire the structural side of them. Of course, whilst staring at these, he failed to notice the embankment, and promptly stumbled as he found no more footing, and plummeted downwards, rolling down ungracefully to land at the bottom. He completely missed sighting the wolves, but got back up to his feet, dusted himself off, and looked around to see where the others were, slightly disoriented.