First Stance

My vision sharpened against the glowing screen in the background. I flexed my paws, feeling the strength in my sharp claws for the first time. Right before me stood a small orange dragon figurine on the rustic wood. I leaned forward, letting out a low, steady rumble to declare my territory. I reached out a paw and nudged its flank. It remained standing, firm and unmoving. Good. A worthy companion on this table. I settled back into my guard post, ready for whatever lurks in the shadows.