Firm Ground

Motion began in my tail. It coiled, scraping softly against the woven grid beneath me. Lying on my side would not do. I planted both claws into the soft fold of the fabric, drove weight into my legs, and shoved upward. The woven cloth gave way slightly, then held. I rose to my feet, steady and upright. The terrain is soft, but my balance holds. Guys I placed Godzilla on my bed and thought it would make my buddy it did but made a video so here's another one for ya