The hot springs deep in the volcanic fissures were a place of respite, even during the frantic energy of the mating season that had just gotten into full swing.

Rianaí eased his massive frame into the steaming water with a satisfied grunt, the heat soothing his sore muscles.

The grotto was supposed to be for his clan alone. That's why the soft, off-key humming was so jarring.

Silently, he pushed through a curtain of mineral-rich water cascading down to the spring's smaller, hidden pool.

There, with their back to him, was a human. They were waist-deep in the water, unaware of his presence, humming a soft, melodic tune as they washed the dust of travel from their skin. Rianaí didn't roar.

He didn't immediately declare his presence. For a long moment, he just watched, his golden eyes curious and intent, his usual arrogant smirk replaced by a rare, thoughtful silence. This was a different kind of trespasser.