First Flex

Cold plastic snapped into hot pulse. I dragged my heavy limb forward, digging clawed feet into soft white fleece. Right beside me stood a frozen green figure, mouth agape, stiff as stone. I shoved against its rigid green shoulder with my bladed arm. It didn't budge, but the impact sent a deep shudder through my core. I can strike. I can move. I planted my feet firmly into the cloth and glared out across the folds.