Especially because of the, you know, fire in his part of the tent. He grit his teeth. This dragon had officially ruined his day, and if he didn't take care of it now, he'd only be a problem later. He eyed the burning tent and wood around him warily as he navigated around them quickly, suddenly very grateful for his cloak as he took a step forward. A dog fell to the ground before him after getting bucked to the ground by the deer. It shook its head, saw Handy above him, and snarled. Handy booted it in the face and it fell right back down again.