First Heavy Stomp

Stiff jaw. Open air. Then... weight. I pushed down into my thick back claws. The textured fabric beneath me yielded, soft but firm. Ahead loomed a flat, towering white wall—a massive barrier. I took one solid step forward, leaning my stout body into the motion. My plush tail thumped against the cushion behind me. Solid. Unshakable. I let out a low, breathy huff through my open jaws and locked my eyes forward. Territory claimed.