Skirting under the treeline near Mahe, Donner assembles his dogs in a small circle around him. Giving Grizzle a good tussle around the ears he says to the dog "now you don't be goin' crazy over any flying thing; the rest of ya, keep yer flappin' ears open for anything creeping from the forests." Resting his lance across his lap and resting the shield within easy reach, he preps the crossbow to fire once again, grumbling about the inadequacies of ranged combat and being unable to feel the grunt of his opponent as his weapon drives itself into their flesh.