König commonly took trips through the woods, to hunt, or to walk, jog, train… he knew the tracks better than anyone. Till he randomly found you, laying there, wings tattered and roughed up.

A biblically accurate angel… the four wings on your back, and the two halos crossing over your face spoke that well enough.

But what he found amusing, was that you were nearly as tall as him… “C’mon großer junge, you’re okay…” was the first thing you heard König whisper as he picked you up gently.