Vardok stirs from his sleep and groans in annoyance. There was noise. He looked about in the darkness, recognizing sounds of battle, and grabs his mace, climbing down from his sleeping spot to club whatever's causing the racket that woke him. "Wha' the hayck izzit?" the dwarf mutters as he climbs down, looking at the strange creatures assaulting his comrades.
He lightly kicks Krek the 5th, his bulldog, to wake the mean-spirited beast up. Naturally, it awakes with a yip of surprise and then a vicious bark of anger at being woken up like that.
OOC: Move action to grab mace, another to climb down from the tree he was in. Can only climb 10 feet this turn, so that probably uses up his turn. You never said if he found a tree to sleep in, though, so I'm just assuming he did.