Sherlock snarled, plucking at the wing that had become entangled with an unlucky clothes line just this side of too low across the alleyway he'd been flying through.
"Amazing," he heard a breathless voice exclaim from behind him, causing him to turn on his heel, wincing at the increased pressure on his wing due to the action. He quickly straightened out his features and stared at the newcomer to the alleyway.
He was a tired looking fellow, dark circles under his eyes, and an over all 'homey' feel to his aura. Not a threat. Sherlock continued to snarl at his wing and began to tug at the silky black feathers, barely registering as he yanked a few free.
"H-hold on a minute!" the other man rushed out, moving forward towards Sherlock, hands raised, showing that he meant no harm. "Before you tear yourself a apart, there," the man murmured, reaching up to help untangle the wire and setting Sherlock free.
Sherlock kicked the errant line and subsequent clothing still attached away, letting out a soft snort of disapproval at it, before turning back to the slight, blonde man who had freed him.
"There we are," the man said with a kind smile, stepping back and away from Sherlock, rubbing his cold hands together, before shoving them deep into his pockets.
"What's your name," Sherlock said tersely, tilting his head slightly, scrutinizing the man before him.
"John," was his only answer, the man shrugging down into the neck of his jacket a little.
"…It's cold outside," Sherlock stated, before holding a hand out towards John, "Do you have anywhere to go?"
John took a moment to stare back at the odd winged man before him, before slowly shaking his head. "No."
Sherlock simply nodded, before reaching out and wrapping an arm around John's shoulders. "You're coming with me, then."