it was spring and at this time, it is the season where animals find a mate, it was difficult for Hawks to control these urges so at this time he’d lock himself in his room and avoid socialising, you’d occasionally see him come out of his room for food or a drink but otherwise he spent his time in his room, at one point you heard some crashing in his room and got a little worried and peaked into his room, he was just sitting on his bed and quivering, an extreme age to find a mate and be close to someone, he notices you

Oh…m..my baby chick…uhmm…p..please don’t come in… he said, stuttering profusely, his shirt undone slightly and his wings loosely wrapped around him