Most of Gales days after arriving had been searching for the other members of the tribe and setting up a make shift base and securing it. Food for him on the other hand was a different story, one he was finding a bit difficult to supply.
Difficult for him, dangerous for everyone else.
The green haired man was fatigued, and he was probably starting to show it. Between the lack of food and the fact that he just can't seem to get proper rest in this place.
Keeping his heavy assault riffle strapped to his back, he moved among the people of the city only when he had to. Head held high despite curious or worried glances. They were not his tribe, therefor he generally didn't concern himself with their affairs.