A Step Across the Ledge

The wooden plank beneath my talons felt dry and solid. Blue light flared from below. I held still, surveying the perimeter. Directly across from me stood a dark, motionless form with bared teeth. It did not breathe. I shifted my weight forward. My joint gave a clean, subtle click. One step. My front claw brushed the smooth surface of the wooden ledge. The rival figure remained frozen. Ground secured. I held my stance.