I grip a bit more onto my jacket as a particularly cold gust of wind blow through me. Fuck... It's frigid. I can feel my teeth chattering at the cold. Did hell freeze over? What the heck's up with this weather. It's frustrating.

I feel as if my nose if gonna fall off. Wait, what did I just step on? I glance done noticing a rather large feather that seems to be covered in some blood. How? What bird is this? A few more feathers lay about. Maybe the "bird" is close. Although I've never seen a bird this big before.

I tense up a bit as I spot a person sprawled out on the floor with a pair of wings on their back. The wings seem to be bleeding with gashes and scratches. At least one wing is twisted in an awkward angle. I quickly rush over to the person side, pressing my hand to the most brutal looking gash. This... doesn't look good. I'm not a vet... o-or doctor or anything, but I've gotta help.

"H-hey? You alive?"