First Stomp

Joints locked. Then—click. Power surged right down my spine. My jaw snapped open. Solid wood beneath my claws! I took one heavy, deliberate stomp forward. Timber shook beneath me. Ahead sat a crinkly bag. I rammed my snout straight against the glossy wrapper. Crisp rustle! It gave way, then sprang back. Good. I planted both feet firmly into the green grain and stood tall. This territory is mine now.