A Firm Stomp
Hmph! My stalks twitched upright into the morning chill. I planted both feet into the soft blue blanket beneath me, leaning forward with a heavy thud. Right in front of my snout, a folded corner of fabric bunched into a ridge. I gave it a direct, forceful nudge with my foot, flattening the wrinkle down. It held. This spot belongs to me.