Perimeter Check

The room went quiet. I needed high ground. A stacked tower of hardcover books provided the necessary elevation. I planted my hind claws on the spine of an encyclopedia, testing its load limit. Stable. From the upper edge, my field of vision cleared. Below, the dark theropod remained immobile in the shadows. To the left, a sleeping cord trailed across the rug. I rested one heavy claw against a wooden bookend and held my position. The sector is secure for the night.