Alistair is so extremely grateful that someone else is there to take charge. He's never been much of a leader -- not like the other Warden was and having someone else bark orders at him brings him some relief.

Or as much relief as one can have when they have three Darkspawn chasing after them, anyway.

Alistair catches the sword in his hand. "Can't say much for my aim," he says, because honestly, he's used to getting up close and personal with his targets. He was a melee fighter first and foremost; throwing weights was definitely not going to be his forte.

Alistair is about to charge -- second after Sandor when he hears Alayne's small voice coming up from behind him. He tries to give her a reassuring smile, the sort of smile that says 'I can handle this, don't worry', though he doesn't have that confidence himself. Not truly.

"Don't worry," he says, because he knows the smile isn't going to say it for him. "We'll take care of them."

And when he turns forward, he finds something there that wasn't there before. Something he almost certainly would have noticed as she was the size of a horse and covered with a thick layer of fur. For a second, he stops -- Darkspawn completely forgotten -- and doesn't move at all.

It takes a few seconds for him to register that the wolf (is it a wolf? he wonders, because he's never seen one that large in Ferelden) isn't attacking them.

Actually, she might be trying to help.