The First Stomp

Silence. Absolute quiet. Unacceptable! My right claw twitched. Power surged straight down my spine. STOMP! A sharp, rattling crack echoed across the pale timber. The surface vibrated under my toes. I lowered my head, snapped my jaws, and struck the grain again with full force. THUD. Solid resistance. Tremors in the board. I am moving. I make the noise now.