A Gentle Grip

Warmth soaked through my back. Slowly... very slowly, my sight cleared. I rested draped over rough wood. I tested my weight, shifting my chest slightly. The limbs obeyed. Carefully, I flexed my front toes, feeling the dry bark press back against my claws. Below, a broad green leaf trembled in the still air. I stayed still, letting the heat sink deep into my belly.