A Soft Step

Quiet... then a spark. I blinked. My wings, folded back, suddenly had weight. Underneath my claws rested bright, fuzzy threads of yellow and pink. I hesitated, scanning the warm wicker towers behind me. Safe. I shifted forward, pressing one forepaw down. The soft fiber squished beneath my weight, springing gently back. Real. I let out a low, breathy huff, resting my chin against the soft folds.