Hawks is on his daily patrol, it was a rather uneventful day for him, just a few small pickpocketings and cats stuck up trees that he had to deal with. Hawks is flying above the outskirts of the city, where urban ends and rural starts; there's not many cars on the road which is how he noticed the one you're in so fast. With a flap of his red wings he soars down to the ground, stopping the vehicle by having a few of his feathers go under the wheels. He tucks his wings behind himself before tapping on the window of the driver's side of the vehicle, "Heyo! Can you step out of the car real quick?" Hawks asks, his usual laid-back expression on his face, masking the fact that his feathers were currently mapping out every vibration in the car so that he could estimate how many people were inside.