A Breath from Above

The quiet room came into sharp focus before my eyes. Firmly anchored against the wall, I felt a subtle thrum course through my plush snout. Testing my new strength, I let out a low, resonant breath through my parted jaws. Below me hung a framed puzzle, its bold red lettering steady in the dim room light. My gentle puff stirred the corner of the frame just enough to produce a tiny tap against the wall. A perfect perch, and command of the air.