Claiming the Water Hole

Thirst hit hard after patrolling the wide tiled plain. I stalked toward the ceramic basin beneath the counter, heavy footsteps echoing. The water inside sat still and deep. Lowering my snout, I let a low rumble roll through my throat to declare this territory secure before dipping my jaw into the cool pool. A few rogue drops splashed across the cold floor tiles, but the watering hole is ours now. No intruders dared come close.