Stance on the Tile

Solid ground underfoot. I shifted my weight. The clawed feet gripped the hard ceramic. Across from me stood a jagged, dark figure, claws poised in the dim light. I pushed forward directly into its space, lowering my snout to prod its outstretched black talon. Clack. Hard contact. It did not budge. Neither did I. I planted my heavy tail and held my ground.