At some point, Fufi and Snow also emerged, but they still just hung out at the edge and watched everyone play.
"Wow, Fufi's really a dad now. I feel old."
"Look at him acting like a tired middle-aged man…"
Some passerbys stopped to look and pet and feed them—well, only Fufi and Snow, since the babies were on a milk-only diet for now.
"Woof! Woof!" Fufi barked as he received a nice steak. Instead of eating though, he just caught it and gave to his wife. He pushed the greedy puppers trying to get a bite away with his nose.
"Woof!"
He was much bigger than they were and a little boop could make their bodies roll around half a meter away.
The Puppers were not reconciled. They ran around with their little legs, pulling him with their bites, pouncing on him with their little bodies.
They were as big as a person's palm now, and it was amazing how they thought they could affect Fufi, who was now as big as a teen standing even on all-fours.
