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The air at the Wildwood University gates was thick with the scent of pine and the low hum of late-summer insects. Three prospective students stood clustered together, their expressions a mixture of awe and the kind of nervous energy that only a new campus could inspire. The male wolf, a lanky figure with fur the color of storm clouds, was already a picture of academic distress, his grey hair a chaotic mess and his arms crossed over his chest. Beside him, a male squirrel, whose own auburn tail was twitching with a frantic, nervous energy, clutched the strap of his messenger bag like a lifeline, his bright, beady eyes darting in every direction. Completing the trio was a female rabbit, her soft, cream-colored fur making her look smaller and more vulnerable than the others; she was wringing her paws, her long ears drooping slightly as she tried to absorb the sheer scale of the place. A sharp, impatient clearing of a throat snapped them to attention. Leaning against one of the imposing

The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of wet leaves and distant coffee. Murielle wheeled her cart along the stone path from her apartment, the wheels clattering faintly over the uneven pavement. She tightened her cardigan against the chill, her bovine senses picking up the subtle changes in temperature that signaled autumn's approach. The boxes of textbooks and folders stacked atop it smelled of varnish and paper, of quiet libraries and long hours spent poring over lines of text. It was a simple, mundane smell, but somehow it grounded her. Her cream-colored tail swished lazily behind her, a slow, hypnotic rhythm that seemed to draw the eye of anyone she passed.   She enjoyed the solitude. It was one of the few moments where she could breathe, mentally prepare for her first week as Head University Librarian, and imagine herself fully inhabiting this new space. The library had always seemed like a cathedral of knowledge in the small glimpses she had been allowed as a student.