After the shit happened, well it wasn't really a shit, it was more like lots of shits together in a given period of time, like a diarrhea but without all the water since it was dryer and harder. Anywho, after it happened he, eventually, managed to go away but, because he could not fly, going away was long and hard working.
He wanted to go as far as possible, he managed to be 5 pueblos away from the origin. Without the media for communication that distance seemed safe enough from the thing itself. There was his memories, but since they still had both wings in perfect condition it would be just plain stupid to worry about them, they would reach him wherever he went to.
Indeed when he got to the fifth away pueblo the memories were already there, having a drink and interacting with the locals. Cleverly considering he had nothing to do about it he just joined the party.
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