Low Stirring

Warmth settled along my flanks. My jaw loosened, teeth clicking softly against each other. I lowered my belly closer to the folds beneath me, feeling steady weight return to my claws. Slowly, I shifted my snout forward, pressing the tip of my snout against the soft orange wing beside me. It yielded without resistance. I paused, letting the low breath rumble in my throat, holding completely still as the room settled around me.