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The buildings loomed around them like giants. They weren't the biggest buildings in the city, certainly, but they were bigger than any that Gotham had ever seen. He peered at the windows on the higher floors, wondering what it might be like to look out of them. The human city was strange to the boy, but he relished in the tense quiet and the unfamiliarity of paved roads and concrete monsters. His mouth was slack as he walked beside his father, looking up with wide eyes every once and a while as if to ensure that he was still there. Satisfied, he would turn his gaze back into the harsh straight lines and right angles of the buildings, the sheer volume and number of them all. They were relics of a lost time, the remains of a mystery. Gotham did not know much about the humans, but already this adventure had piqued his curiosity of them.
He was in no rush to find the library, though he was eager to see the fabled rows of books, filled with ancient human knowledge and lore. Surely the humans knew all about monsters, and Gotham could learn about them to get the upper hand. He couldn't read yet, but he knew his papa was an excellent reader, so for now the lighter colored wolf could help him find such information. As he looked up one more time, he caught his father's eye and grinned back widely. Even if nothing exciting had really happened (so far!) this was a great adventure. Lots of the things that Gotham was seeing were things that he had never seen before, and he was trying very hard to soak it all in. The words his father spoke almost slipped on by but the boy caught them at the last minute, responding with a simple glance upward and a small smile.
They turned the corner, and the great building was there. Gotham followed Kansas happily up the steps, eager to get a peek inside. The instant that the older wolf pushed the door open Gotham sensed a smell that would forever be associated with giant buildings and spending time with his father. Such a thought did not pass through his mind, though, and with a hesitant look at his father the boy moved through the doorway and a few paces into the library. There was a small foyer area, but beyond that were massive rows of books. Gotham stopped in his tracks and turned his head over his shoulder, waiting for his father to be at his side again. He could barely wait to start wandering down the rows of books, but the boy felt a little overwhelmed and, as he always had, felt more secure with Kansas by his side.
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