Dorje pulled up to the wizard, hearing him work his magic as the beast began to slow. He stood three steps in front of the caster, closing his eyes and reaching out with his other senses. He felt the movement of the air around him, and dug his soles into the ash as he sensed the beast's rumbling slow. He tilted his head, frowning as he heard a growl coming from a burning shack fifty feet to the side, and heard another two of what he discerned as the smaller beasts from the other side. His eyes shot open and he sprinted toward the two on his left, closing the distance quickly and shouting behind him. 

"Cleric! Burning shack on your right! Protect the wizard!" he yelled as he ducked to slide under the first mongrel as it pounced, driving his heel up as he slid into the second one, feeling something crack as it yelped. Luckily, the one he dodged turned it's attention from the wizard, now he only hoped the healer could save the wizard as he pulled his staff in front of him again, splitting it in two, holding one in each hand in one of the more advanced stances of the great teachings, designed for fighting enemies on opposite sides of oneself. He stood, holding one piece of staff out, pointing them at the creatures as they circled, and closed hie eyes, relying on other senses as they attacked together, dodging one and using his momentum to swing a leg backwards, hooking his knee around one's neck, pinning it as he felt the other one leap for a bite.