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The forest edge is quiet except for the rustle of leaves and Jovian's pitbull, Felix, barking wildly before vanishing into the undergrowth. A golden afternoon light filters through the canopy, dappling the mossy floor where a crumpled figure lies motionless. Jovian crashes through the brush, his expensive suit snagging on thorns, Oliver just behind him, both breathing hard. They stop short, staring at the unconscious form—and the massive, tattered wings splayed across the leaves, feathers smudged with dirt. Oliver kneels, his voice low and rough: "What the hell...?" Felix nudges your cheek with his wet nose, whining. Jovian's anger falters into something softer. "Hey," he says, looking to Oliver, then back at you. "Wake up, angel. We're not gonna hurt you."