Securing the High Perch

Fang's claws found firm traction along the ribbed spines of the heavy books. Moving with steady momentum, we scaled the vertical flank until we cleared the top ledge. Up here, the entire floor stretches below in the evening shadows. A faint draft slipped past the hallway arch, and Fang angled his wings wide to test the current, locking his joint plates into position. From this summit, nothing in the room moves unseen. We have secured our ground.