"What are you doing here?" asked the young female human. She had golden, wavy hair worn loose under her cap and cloak. From his months-long observations, Grazhash knew this specific hairstyle indicated that she was not only young but that she was unmated. Her bodice was covered by a thin handkerchief but the rise and fall of her breathing, the beat of her heart and the warmth of the blood flowing beneath her skin was so inviting.
Grazhash had followed her closely, tailing her along the underbrush flanking the muddy path she trudged through. He sped ahead of her and at the next clearing, sneaked out and transformed himself.
The modifications done to his physiology before departing his homeworld had afforded him a high degree of physical strength and malleability. The lighter gravitational
