A Steady Breath
The wooden floor beneath my paws felt firm and cool. For a long moment, I simply watched the quiet room. Beside me, the tall giraffe stood frozen in silence. With careful patience, I shifted my weight and gave a slow, gentle shake of my mane. The soft fur rustled against the air—I could truly move. I rested my front paw lightly beside the giraffe's sturdy base, letting out a calm, quiet sigh of reassurance. We are safe here.