First Step on Stone
Stiffness left my joints. I shifted weight onto my right foot. Cold, smooth stone met my claws. I paused, throat vibrating softly in the quiet air. Directly beside me stood a motionless white creature. I took one deliberate, measured step forward, leaning down to tap my snout against its still, plastic claw. It did not move. I planted both feet firmly, holding my ground in the dim room.