Claiming the High Ground

I marched across the dark floorboards and climbed the wooden rung of the coffee table, planting my boots firmly upon the polished surface. This flat expanse was vast, quiet, and needed a champion to rule it. I drove my fist straight down into a heavy ceramic coaster, sending a resounding crack through the wood that rattled a nearby metal pen. I raised my head and roared into the open room, laying claim to every inch of this territory. No table in this house stands above the Tribal Chief.