[b]GM POST:[/b] The halflings upon their riding dogs turned the bend in the road and immediately halted as they spotted Sharphorn, and while one warily took the composite short bow off his shoulder and put an arrow in it as he guided his mount to run a loop back the way they had come before turning it back to face the minotaur again from a greater distance away, the other raised a whistle and blew it twice whilst holding those holes that rendered the sound it made, inaudible to most creatures except of course the riding dogs. The remainder of the riding dogs with the caravan back down the road heard the sounds and lunged toward themdown the road. Over a half dozen of the halflings mounted on the dogs however, gave their riding dogs their head, while the rest restrained theirs and held them back with the caravan, causing those dogs to whine excitedly for want to run with the pack. Several of the dogs without riders, all of which wore harnesses that bore long leashes held by a few of the humans and dwarves, tugged and pulled at those leashes, one of which slipped free from its holder's grasp. None of these trained dogs barked or howled however, as they dashed down the road toward the sound of the whistle.