Finding My Stance

My joints clicked loose, and a warm rush surged down to my sneakers. Standing rigid on this plain floor wasn't going to cut it anymore. I dug my left heel down and shifted my weight forward into an athletic crouch. My tail twitched behind me, testing the air for balance. Feeling the ground push back against my soles proved it—I'm not stuck in a box anymore. Time to see what kind of plays I can run out here.