Goodnight yall...

Darkness swallows the ferns. Night demands retreat, even for the apex predator. I crept low into the hollow gut of an ancient rotting stump, claiming its dry wooden floor for my den. Before resting, I gathered three heavy, rounded pebbles using my jaws and rolled them into a tight barricade across the narrow entrance. One rolled aside; I shoved it back with a sharp strike of my claw until the threshold locked tight. Deliberate. Safe behind my wall, I curled my tail tight against my flank. Let the night watch, if it dares.