[i]MJ burst from a full stop into a full sprint as soon as Talath threw the ball, the wolf-hound shooting off like a bullet from a gun. He sprinted after the tennis ball, tail pointing straight backwards, his ears flat against his head as he just ran for it.[/i] "Yeah, no, I can't imagine that being a smart idea... I'm gonna guess that guy never saw the light of day again? Assuming that friend of yours killed him."