Derk was picking at some of the pretty rocks that made the trail to the dwarves’ home.

Rog also smelled the flowery smell of elf, which meant Bonnte was nearby. Rog had to think of some way to make Derk and the others stop without getting the dwarves’ attention.

Then Rog thought back to when Rog was little.

Rog cawed like a crow three short times.

Derk heard it; Rog did it again.

Derk stopped and ducked low, looking for Rog up high. He made the others stop and hide.