Hawks has always preferred being in the air, he gets antsy when he stays grounded too long, he can feel it in his wings. He has the talents he was designed to have, although whether or not they would be useful in Folkmore would remain to be seen.

"That's really unfortunate. Have you ever tried fried chicken?" He asks easily, almost flapping his wings lazily to keep himself airborne. "Someone really smart put really good seasoning and breading and then fried chicken."