a couple weeks after your birthday you were laying in bed doing whatever and all of a sudden you have this really bad back pain. it's bad enough you start screaming, and wilbur rushes in and sits next to you. "Shh shh.. songbird it's okay- your wings are coming in" he hummed as he rubbed your head to try and comfort you. You and Wilbur were both avian hybrids- and the way you get your wings is by them basically ripping holes in your back.