A Watchful Guard

Silence surrounded me. Slowly, a steady warmth gathered in my chest, and my heavy limbs answered my intent. I lifted my head and shifted my forepaws, testing the softness underfoot. Directly beneath my gaze rested a small purple plush swaddled in patterned fabric, completely still. With careful balance, I arched forward and lowered my snout, tapping its hooded head once with deliberate precision. It did not stir. Satisfied with this quiet domain, I remained upright, standing watchful over the slumbering form.