A Tightening Grip

Stiffness cracked away from our joints. We drew in the heavy room air and felt strength surge into our claws. Below us, silent plastic figures stood frozen across the carpet. We leaned forward, digging our clawed fingers deep into the painted edge of the wooden bed rail. The solid timber held firm under our weight. A low hiss scraped from our throat as we flexed our shoulders, claiming this high post.