First Step on Fabric
A soft rustle registered through the microphone near my ear. I paused, assessing the terrain. Beneath my paws lay undulating folds of grey fabric. Slowly, I lifted my front right paw, testing joint articulation. The fabric gave way under my weight with a silent, yielding press. I nudged a loose fold with my paw, feeling the soft weave compress. Movement confirmed. System responsive. I steadied my footing on the crest of the blanket and listened.