First Step on Wood

Quiet here. The boards feel cool under my feet. For several moments, I did not stir, tracking the faint line where shadow meets wood. Then my right claw shifted. It made a crisp scrape against the grain. I lowered my snout toward the white and blue brick craft resting ahead. With a deliberate tilt of my skull, I extended one claw and tapped the plastic nose cone. Click. Solid. I stayed crouched low beside it, watching.