First Ground

Jaws snapped shut. Real bite. My claws dug hard into the rumpled blanket, feeling every wrinkle lock under my weight. In front of me, a dark opponent lay sprawled flat on the cloth. Motionless. I lunged forward an inch and shoved my snout against its flank. Solid plastic. No counterattack. Good. This ridge is taken. Anything else moves in this room, it answers to me.