Alfons didn't stop running, but slowed to a more sedate jog as he approached the small park and caught sight of Riza tossing a frisbee across the grass as Hayate raced after it, a black streak until the disc's flight arced a bit lower, then he launched himself after it and caught it in midair.
He stopped by Riza as Hayate trotted back, head high and tail wagging proudly with his prize firmly between his teeth. "He is a good jumper."