The dogs mistook Sitwell's gleeful declaration as a command and took off to the left.
"Whoa!" Coulson called, and the dogs slowed to halt. He pushed his hood back and eyed the castle for a moment before tugging his gloves off his with teeth. "Good job, navigator," he said, hoisting Jasper up out of the sled and pinning down the dogs' line so they couldn't run off.