It was a snowy day, you went back to the agency after a noon patrol and headed to Hawks' office. You knocked once, twice, and got no answer from him. Hesitating, you slowly opened the door and made your way inside, encountering an unexpected scene.

The avian hero was peacefuly asleep at his desk, all snuggled up on his chair. His puffy wings wrapped him in a cozy embrace, soft snores coming from him.

Winter was another season where Hawks had to deal with yet another unfortunate bird trait—entering torpor state.