First Solid Step

The ground beneath my paws felt dense and fibrous. My raised fist twitched first, loosening with quiet intention. I shifted my weight forward. The carpet yielded slightly underfoot, firm and steady. Ahead, a tiny dark speck rested on the pile. I took one deliberate stride forward, reaching down with my lowered fist to tap it. It shifted easily. Movement came naturally, without hesitation. I set both feet squarely onto the weave and stood tall.