What a day Lob had had. He had thought he would have enough energy to go back for the alpha after getting the wagon home. Sadly the first fight, the trip out, the fight with slavers and dogs, the breaking of tree limbs, and hunting down the rabbits on the way back... All of that left him well and truly bushed as he found his way up to the top of a thatched straw roof and he collapsed against the stone chimney for heat and shade. 

Hours must have passed before he awoke to the sound of the alpha screaming. Crawling to the edge of the roof, he could feel the wrongness even without his ability to sense danger. He watched as others came out while the wolfrider ran them down and his dog gouted flame like a dragon. Club in hand, he took a silent run across the Inn roof and leapt down with the oiled bone in a two-handed overhead strike. 

No funny stuff, this one was wrong and needed to be stopped now and fast. With all the strength of a fire giant and the hush of a hunter, he hopped and hoped to cave the chestplate inwards on the badknight with a single silent strike in surprise from the shop's shadow to hide his own. The dog would be next.