How he had gotten there, it was everyone's guess, but as was said, the hybrid found himself on the roof, claws clinging to the roof so as not to make him fall. The pale silhouette Made its way to the other side of the roof, enjoying the first rays of the rising sun. He strided to a small tower top and climbed it, claws scratching on the roof's cover. Finally he arrived at the top and looked around. His claws maintaining him on the Pointy roof top. For his own amusement, he let a roar echo in the air...