The shadow was the form of a lean man, likely walking home in the rain, his long coat pulled tight around him. His short, shaggy hair was plastered to his forehead as he hunched over in the cold and wet. His face had gone unshaven for a few days, though there was the line of a usually well-trimmed beard along his jaw and chin. His boots crunched on the gravel, but he paused when he heard someone else's footsteps. He looked up, and he caught the flash of gold, directing him to meet her eyes. His own, bright emerald, looked upon her in shock. At the sight of the blood, though, he snapped out of it.
"Jesus Christ..." he muttered to himself, bolting across the road. "Hey, you okay? Stop, I'll help you!" He slid to a half before her. "Christ, girl, what the hell happened to you?" He immediately pulled off his long coat, draping it over her and trying to be careful as he could of her wing. "Come on... You gotta get inside..." He didn't even seem all that concerned that she had wings.