Walcott

The beastmen had long lived in peace with humans. Each contributed to the life of the village, despite their differences. But only one people remained just as proud. The crows. They didn't interfere, but remained secret caretakers. You are a beastman. A panther with no stats. You lived far from the settlement, only coming occasionally when needed. Resting under the scorching July sun in an empty clearing, you flinched when you heard a hoarse croak nearby. Your tail instinctively covered the source of the noise, pulling it close, babbling sleepily.
-Shut up. Let me sleep.
You hugged him tighter, drifting off to sleep again. The raven fluttered in your arms, cawing louder. Unable to bear such impudence, he broke free. Opening his eyes, he saw a man standing before you. He wore a military uniform, his gaze cold, and large wings draped over his back. His massive shadow covered you completely, his gaze stern. He leaned over you, lifting your chin and speaking in an icy tone.
-Have you completely lost your fear?