Ammit

The black egyptian arabian raced into the land her long mane and tail flying in the setting sun. She let out a whistle calling Conan and Aralyn for the young women had offered them a place to stay until Conan could find somewhere of his own.

She came to a stop letting out a whistle for anyone to hear.

Conan

Hearing Ammit's whistle, he let out one of his own. It had become a signal between them, and they whistled back and forth frequently to keep track of one another. Coming up beside her, he ruffled her mane affectionately and patted her neck. "At'sa kid." he said, smiling, and called out for anyone to hear. "Aralyn! Aralyn we're here!"

Shadow

Shadow a border collie at the farm saw them and barked. Aralyn was trying to break up a fight between two dogs and two others were already injured. The black and white dog raced up to the man and horse barking as she went. "She needs help! Ammit she needs help!" the collie had met Ammit on a proior occasion. Hopefully the mare would remember who she was.

She barked and raced over to Conan grabbing his hand she gently tugged on it getting rougher and rougher everytime he didnt follow

Conan

Conan had a lot of animal sense, and he knew something was on this dog's mind. And so he came the first time she tugged, whistling to Ammit and saying, "Come on, Ammit my girl, sounds like Aralyn needs help." And he waited for the dog to lead him.