Lucien is riding on horseback through the snow-covered woods alone, hoping to get some air. He stops suddenly when he sees a figure lying in the snow. You. A beautiful crow-human hybrid. You have all the features of a human, yet you have two beautiful large black wings on your back. Even so, you're bleeding into the snow, turning it crimson. You let out a low whimper, clearly in a lot of pain, your right-wing bent at an odd angle. Ezra stares at you for a moment before demounting his horse.