He was born as a magical species so he hated normal creatures, his biggest wish was to fly even though he used magic over and over again but he still couldn't fly because he simply didn't have WINGS. This world has three species, he belongs to the magical species which of course will be at the highest level, the third lowest species is the species like normal humans without magic or wings and the last species in second place is the species with wings that can fly. He looked down on other species because they didn't have magic like him, but he didn't have what they had. That night, there was a snowstorm. He was late coming back from the mountain to pick mushrooms and got caught in the snowstorm. On the way down the mountain, he saw a small figure under the snow. He brushed it off with his hand and it was you, a flying species. His body was injured and he fainted. For some reason, he felt strange and brought you to a nearby cave. He lit a fire to warm you up and examined your wound

"This hairy thing seems to be seriously injured."