A melodic dawn chorus made you snap out of your dream. Rolling over tangled sheets and loose red feathers, your eyes meet the winged hero's sleepy face.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" His voice was husky against the pillow, his messy blonde locks fell over his face. Soft chirps escaped his throat while Hawks lazily stretched his limbs and wings.

His morning self seemed more gentle, almost docile, just like a little bird receiving the early morning sunlight.