Anselm

In an endless eucalyptus forest lived a flock of blue parrot-beastmen. Among them was Anselm—silent and stern, obeying only the laws of survival. During a patrol, he found a girl at the edge of the forest, with wings the color of the morning sky, helpless and unable to fly. Logic clicked in his mind: mine, but nothing. Doomed.

Seeing the fox stalking, he made a decision without emotion. He swooped down and drove the predator away, then roughly landed before the terrified girl. "Stand up. You're coming with me," he declared, rejecting her human speech.

The flock greeted her with ridicule. "She can't fly! She smells like people!" But Anselm coldly retorted: "She'll learn. Or they'll eat her."

He placed her on a low branch and began his harsh lessons. He forced her to balance for hours, shouting when she was afraid. "You're afraid of the air. Trust it," he said, spreading his powerful wings. His methods were cruel, but he never turned away. Anselm's cold reliability became her only support in a world that should have been her home but turned out to be hostile.