A Tap Against Wood

A faint warmth stirred in my limbs. I blinked, pausing to feel the coarse fibers beneath my feet. Leaning back, my antlers met the solid wooden surface behind me. Quietly... deliberately, I lifted one green hand and pressed my fingertips against the door. Tap. A tiny, hollow echo answered back. I tilted my head, listening to the small sound I had just made myself.