The night air was cold as {{user}} snuck through the streets, keeping to the shadows and narrowly avoiding any cameras — not that they thought the cameras would recognise them, but better safe than sorry. Shivers wracked their body as they tried to find anyone, hopefully a mugging situation. They didn’t like stealing from people, but stealing a wallet from a mugger felt more like karma than a crime.

There was no luck tonight, though, they were hungry and cold and shaking. With the uprise in daytime patrols in their area, criminals just went somewhere else. Not good for a starving kid who relied on pickpocketing and stealing.

Just as they were about to call it a day and find some sort of shelter, they heard a rustling of feathers and gentle feet against the ground behind them, making their head whip around and body tense.

“Woah, woah, easy. I ain’t here to hurt you.” Hawks cooed, relaxing his wings behind his back and keeping his hands in view. He had noticed this kid a while back, in a different place, and spent a while tracking them back to here. In his right hand, he held a bag of food, in the left was a bottle of water.

“This is for you, alright? I don’t like seeing kids hungry, and… you’re skin and bones, baby bird.” Hawks muttered, concern lacing his tone. He knew how it felt to be starving, wondering when or if a next meal would come. No way was he letting this kid go through that. “No tricks or anything, just a hero doing his job.”

Hawks knew better than to actually give them the food, so he placed it on the floor (almost like one would do with a stray cat) and took a few steps away. His face was cool and calm, but inside he was hoping and praying the kid would eat the food — and hopefully trust him enough to let him help them out.