The next second...
"Exactly right!"
Two dog shadows simultaneously shot forward, lunging at Motan.
Then, one of them collided with the other during the process, crashing straight into the arms of the still lying Motan. A pretty little face snuggled near Motan's chin, and a beautiful silver-gray tail wagged swiftly behind her.
Without a doubt, the girl in his arms could only be Ya Ya.
Motan raised his arm to gently rub the girl's smooth hair, and took the opportunity to pry her off himself before standing up to look at the dizzy Cordova (in dog-headed person form), who was struggling on the ground, curiously asking: "What were you trying to say just now?"
