First Step on Wood

Quiet here. The flat surface beneath my feet felt solid, dense, unmoving. Good. I flexed my heavy fingers, feeling the joints loosen. A low rumble left my chest as I shifted my weight forward. Just ahead sat a pale, spiky frame of a reptile. I lowered my hand slowly, pressing two claws firmly against the tabletop right beside it. The grain did not give. Steady ground. I am here.