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As soon as she passed over the threshold, Shenanigans let her mouth fall open to release her pebbles. They rolled out, covered in saliva, a thin thread of spit momentarily connecting them before snapping. The pup paid very little attention to her unloaded cargo, instead gazing around at the interior of the Hobbit Hole.

Truth be told, she forgot all about the monster and their game, entirely. Keen to explore, the youngster dashed to the rear wall, wedging herself there for a moment just for fun. Giggling, she then darted back toward the front of the den, pausing to sniff at a pile of dried scat very briefly before parking herself in the doorway.

I wanna live here! she declared to Bronco.