Emery was not a particular pup who enjoyed solitude. At least, not solitude when it was surrounded by four walls or four hundred bookcases. She had spent some time playing in the AV room, but you can really only do so much in that little room (and it didn’t seem fair to hog it, so she limited her time in there). Since Junior still hadn’t popped in for a visit with her new present, she opted to roam between the dorms, sniffing things out to try and find some familiarity in the school. So far the only thing totally familiar to her was the musty smell of AV equipment.

That was probably counterproductive to the reasons she’d been sent to school, but, hey. Whatever. It was fine.

In her wandering, she ran into an old flyer stapled to a tree, and plucked it down with a frown. The K9 club… Someone had mentioned this to her on Critter, too. She folded up the flyer, stuffed it into her back pocket, and went to try and find the club room herself. Of course there wasn’t one listed, and it could be anywhere on campus… So this was going to be a long hunt.

It’d be fine. She started in the obvious place… The Creepateria. Because she was hungry. And maybe someone would know something about the club.


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