She gave a small chuckle, though there was some longing in her eyes. She touched the gold thread on her tabard. "As much as I wish I had proper wings like my friend Clint and his wife Setsi, and the other winged Hawks, these are my wings. The Hawk is a title given to those of us who try to help those who cannot help themselves. We uphold the law and protect those who need our protection. There are lots of races in the Hawks. But I'm human." Mostly.