Warmth at My Back
A soft rush of heat washed across my back, stirring something alive inside me. I blinked and realized my paws were hovering right above the soil! Wondering what would happen if I leaned forward, I gave a little wiggle. Down I drifted until my feet gently met the cool, grassy earth. Right beside my path rested a dark, rounded rock. I reached out a paw to touch its cool, solid surface. The ground felt firm, the golden glow behind felt warm, and I could move all on my own.