The slavers scene was as savage as any tribes victory, ravaging the dead or eating the fallen are things he has seen before in his life many times over. Savagery is a staple to a savage. He had smelled the enemy scent before and gave them a chance to approach with stealth before the engagement but the group was too loud and large for such an way. Lob had done his best to prepare them before the fight began, anything more would be up to themselves as those others entered the clearing. 

Lob did not.

He stuck to the brush, keeping his stink as he slipped in a circle around the main fight. Against a single tree was a cunning enemy, a very fat 'hunter' who did not release his dogs but rather stayed behind the three while he knocked and drew as he took the time to drown-out all the noise to approach the tranquility of the shot. Sadly that zoning out wound be his downfall as the beast climbed up the back of the tree the archer was using as a shield and drew his club. 

He hooked the ball of the club at the base of the branch and hopped back, letting his three massive frame swing down and SLAM into the archer, the shot going wide as all of the kinetic energy transfered to the overweight opponent to stagger off against a tree with a sickening crack as he fall down at an impossible angle. 

Now Lob had a problem he hadn't considered as the three dogs now had him surrounded with them chained and nowhere for them to escape.