The dogs were joined by a third canine who trotted in from a side alley...all of whom emitted a low, feral growl.  They began to slink toward the group, taking one tentative step after another.  They looked lean and mean, though not starving.<br/><br/><br/>It was then that Zariiyi heard a noise, a scratching of fur on the ground.  The rotted dog with the arrow in it was now half-standing, slowly getting to its feet, turning its head toward the group as if waking up from a long sleep.<br/><br/><br/>(Let's roll initiative now, shall we?)