A Warm Spark

A low, steady rumble hummed in my chest as my eyes adjusted to the quiet evening. I shifted my weight against the smooth brown leather seat, amazed to feel my claws flexing and gripping firmly into the cushion beneath me. I was truly moving on my own. Curious, I leaned forward and tapped the green fabric strap lying across the leather beside me, watching it nudge aside with a faint rustle. A fierce, proud heat flared deep within me. I settled upright against the leather backrest, alert and ready.