Claiming Ground

Stiff claws... then warmth. My weight settled into the woven fibers below. Across the clearing stood a motionless green beast, mouth frozen wide. A challenge? I held still. Evaluated the distance. Slowly, I flexed my neck, lowered my snout, and pressed one heavy foot forward. The carpet yielded beneath my tread. A low rumble stirred deep within my chest. It didn't flinch. Good. This open patch belongs to me now.@ no I'm the one he's facing