Grounded Roar

Silence. Then... tension. My neck tilted down. Sight returned. Smooth, pale planks stretched underfoot. Directly ahead stood the dark framework of a low bench. I planted my claws firm, rolled my shoulders, and tested my jaw. A sharp click. I took one decisive stride forward, tapped the metal leg of the table with a talon, and held my ground. The ground is solid. I am here.