The puppies brighten at the word ‘food’, one of the few words they recognize. They jump up on his legs, barking.
❝–hey, hey! Careful, y'mutts, you’re gonna knock me flat on my damn face.❞
He side-steps, narrowly avoiding a trashcan at the alley corner before stepping towards the market streets. Dolcetto leans forward, casting a glance up and down the road.
❝Hm… what’ve we got…❞
The small herd of puppies follows along, a few of them barking every once in a while in excitement. Most of their tails are wagging, creating a cute sight that attracts the attention of a few. It’s not every day you see a man with at least twenty dogs behind him in a small swarm.
















