A Click in the Throat

My neck twitched, loosening from rigid stillness into a sudden, deep hum that vibrated right through my spine. Across the blanket stood Bull, frozen mid-snarl. I took half a step forward on the soft plaid sheet, lowering my snout toward the smooth blue fabric behind him. Reaching out with my right claw, I lightly tapped the taut pillowcase—tap, tap—listening to the quiet, satisfying thump echoing against my open jaws before letting out a soft, low rumble.