why do the stars fall at night? / private

Redhawk, unlike the cougar, knew that he was fairly handsome; he had a broad, strong face, and his eyes were a pretty shade of green. He got compliments every so often, and, when he'd been a loner, even a couple admirers - however, he'd never really liked someone until Hummels.

Redhawk couldn't calm the fire that sparked in his belly whenever he saw the cougar; it was weird to feel like this, especially when he knew that his affections would never be returned. So, the Bengal had decided to settle for a friendship... a weird, sorta gay friendship.

He'd been out on a walk, doing nothing in particular, when he spotted the leader sitting quietly in a cave. Redhawk raised an eyebrow before he took a step forward, and another, until shadows covered his spotted pelt in strange patterns. "Hummels?" he called softly, pausing before he reached the cougar. He looked like he was hurt, almost, though Redhawk doubted that.

"I was passing by when I saw you; I wanted to investigate." Redhawk answered with a shrug, coming forward a few more steps and dropping into a sitting position. "How are you, Hummels?" the Bengal would ask, looking the cougar up and down before returning his gaze to Hummels's eyes. He looked fine now; perhaps it was just a figment of his imagination.

"Heat up? Oh... I must've been tired from using my power for the first time." Redhawk said after a short moment, making up a somewhat conceivable lie with a smile. Damn, was he onto him? Oh, dear. "As for your other question, everything's been smooth sailing lately." Redhawk then, hoping to steer Hummels off the subject, asked, "Have you discovered any new tricks you can accomplish with airbending?"