Humans were small, but this one was too tiny. Igneel prodded it with his nose, sniffing the thing to confirm that he'd stumbled upon a hatchling.

Where was the hatchling's mother? That creature could barely use its legs. Surely humans didn't send their young out that early. He sat guard until the sun had passed most way through the sky, but no other humans came, and the hatchling was shrieking.

Human or not, he couldn't leave a hatchling on its own. Lifting it by the awful smelling white band above its legs, Igneel carried the creature back to his den.