A Breath of Slate

The stillness broke from within. A pulse ran down to my talons, firm against the cold stone base. I slowly shifted my head, testing the weight of the air. Below my perch, a dark weathered roof tile leaned against the wall. With deliberate restraint, I reached out one claw and pressed its edge. A dull, grounded scrape answered back into the quiet night. I remained still, holding watch from my ledge.