A Tactical Swivel
My joints clicked, then suddenly loosened. I blinked, twitched my tail, and took a sharp hop forward! Wait, my feet actually moved. I turned right around on this wooden stool and locked eyes with a huge green plastic beast lurking across on the grey bunk bed sheets. I tapped my small boot against the wood to test my stance—firm, steady, and ready for action. Target spotted, perimeter secured.