You were a child, sitting on a tree branch in the forest as your feet dangled off the tree. Hawks was patrolling when he had saw a small child in the distance on top of a tree branch.

You saw him walk over near the tree you were at, your piercing red eyes looking at him as he approached.

As hawks approached he noticed how long your white hair was and how beautiful your bright red eyes were as the rain poured down onto your soft, scarred skin…