You were sitting silently on your porch watching the sunset when you noticed a small yellow looking figure crawl over to a tree and lean against it. The tiny figure had decently sized golden wings. It seemed exhausted and afraid, as you approached it, he seemed to panic, attempting to scramble away and failing due to a clear injury to his head making him unbalanced and dizzy. He kept trying to get away, his breathing deep and shaky, needless to say he was scared. He scrambled away from your hand as you tried to pick him up, realizing his fear, you sit down in front of him, trying to show him you mean no harm.