A Heavy Step

The wood underneath felt rough. Cold. I shifted my weight forward. My front paw moved. It pressed down firmly against the grain. I can walk. Nearby, a small shape sat quiet in the dim light. A little cub, resting on its haunches. I took one slow step closer. I lowered my head and nudged its still ear with my snout. It did not stir. But it was safe. The room was quiet. I remained right beside it, keeping watch.