First Click

A low buzz started deep in my core. I froze, letting every hinge settle. The cool evening breeze reached me, and beyond the edge, distant branches swayed against the sunset. With a sharp mechanical click, I tilted my head upward, planting my claws firmly into the textured surface below. I leaned forward and pressed my front limbs down against the grid, testing its resistance. The surface held rigid. I am awake, balanced, and ready to advance.