Hawk's eyes do not glow, but Ithi'ka senses by his easy movement in the dark, that he is as ease in it as she is.  As they travel the streets, people move almost unconciously out of his way, the air of predator about him.  Tradesmen looking for entertainment, bar hoppers, ladies of the evening, each avoids both of you, though Ithi'ka, as always draws the stares, sometimes the poorly concealed hostility of the fearful.  About 3 blocks along he stops, and points down a dark alley.  "There, next alley, holding the candle."<br/><br/>It takes her a moment to realise that Hawk is pointing out a candle flame in the alley past the lighted street beyond the alley they are looking through.  Her darkvision fades into uselessness at less than half the distance, and Ithi'ka can only wonder that he's not called 'Owl' rather than Hawk.