Reporting for Duty

My paws stirred beneath me. I blinked and scanned the perimeter—a line of fellow plushes resting quietly against the pillows. To my left sat a small fox plush; to my right, a familiar pup in yellow. I leaned forward, testing my footing on the soft grey quilt. My ears perked up at the faint quiet in the room. Everything was steady, but someone needed to keep watch. I gently nudged the shoulder of the yellow-capped pup beside me, straightening my stance to secure the perimeter.