Dakgu was notoriously absent during the preliminaries; he'd taken his shots and come down to tend to the wargs before the fight, sensing that the bunnies would throw away fodder first. He never was one to stand around and catch arrows as if he had nothing more to contribute and manning a rampart under a hail of crossbow bolts seemed like folly to him. He was too much a hunter to give the prey any advantage. 

He never did fit in with the order of battle, and during a siege it was especially apparent-- what good a tracker and scout in a siege where you knew precisely what the enemy was up to?

The assault was taking place later in the day than the first contact because it seemed as if the bunnies were taken aback by the strength of the resistance from the castle. It wasn't a good day to be a bunny peasant, being told to carry latters for their lords, who sat back at range. But when the actual assault started in earnest, with men at arms rather than the arrow fodder they were sending in before.

So the fight was afoot for real, and the Tuskers reacted to that not with the typical fatalism of bunnies, but with a grunting war-chant and the banner of the company, the runes of the words Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi in blood red on black, with a trio of skulls atop the banner-pole, raised high in defiance. Yelling warleaders to their tuskers that sounded absolutely savage to the humans were admonishments of, "Stay in the bleedin' ranks or I'll slap the green off you" or "Ugly work ahead, tuskers!" with a degree of glee. Much as the company tried to remove those tribal orcish traits that they considered an impediment to getting along in a hostile world, there was nothing that could remove the ferocity of orc-kind from their very nature. 

Dakgu even felt some of it; or at least, he enjoyed the concept of giving the bunnies and the knife-ears something to fear rather than to laugh at. It wasn't as if the bunnies were laughing now, not the way these same ones were laughing in Ren Arad's encampments at the orcish mercenaries brought on to be the scapegoats for the plot, and certainly not laughing when some tuskers threw a few dead rabbits down from the ramparts along with taunting in orcish -- it wasn't some knife ear's poetry or a bard's sardonic wit. 

With the evening coming, Dakgu already had a plan in place; he had the wargs and he had gathered up the best sneak thieves, poachers and cattle raiders among the lot with an idea in mind. They wouldn't be involved in the main fight, where a few extra arrows wouldn't make a difference anyway. While others in the company might call it cowardice, Dakgu called it hunting. A stand-up battle was not his forte, but slipping out in the night to sow terror? Well, the bunnies didn't see well at night and tended to shut down. Wargs could smell and orcs could see by darkness, and both loved the taste of horses...