With the youngest of the bunch ready to assist him in his designated task, Jacque gave Estelle a small nod before turning and running barefooted. It might have seemed odd, however Jacque preferred to leave the boots he used when working with livestock at the sight rather than get fussed at for tracking all kinds of filth into the cabin. His movements started off slow but strong, and soon he picked up enough pace to allow him to glide for brief periods, then ultimately take full flight. Jacque lifted himself above the tree line with a few strokes before he caught a gust of wind and began to glide with it, tilting his wings and body so that he could bank left in the direction in the farm. 

The man was never really a particular fan of flying, he still had a slight instinctual desire to do so, and he was capable of doing it strongly and efficiently, sure, however he wasn't going to get anywhere particularly fast like Estelle would, nor was he going to look graceful while doing it like any of the others. He'd long since assumed it was because either he had more gila monster DNA than he did avian, or because he was working with a ratio of two strictly terrestrial animals to one flying, but whatever the case, it simply didn't sit with his as easily. Jacque took a quick glance back and sped up as best he could, figuring that not only would Estelle catch up in a heartbeat, but that she'd get bored quickly if he went too slow.