Taking Ground
Stiff limbs. A sudden heat flares in my chest, and I push forward! My claws grip into the soft sheet beneath me. I raise my snout, let out a sharp, raspy huff, and test my balance. Right next to me lies a giant brown plush. I step forward and firmly butt my snout against its plush side—solid, yielding, unmoving. I plant my feet right here on this floral ground and hold my stance. I am here.