Dougan sees the bolts fly out from Valdred's hiding place, and winces. So much for any kind of group surprise attack. Being a man of far less...ranged capabilities, the half-orc looks down at his balled-up fists and shrugs.
Then he slips back through the undergrowth just far enough to be within sight of the party, and begins waving his enormous arms wildly. Hopefully Wik or Munir would notice him and between that and Valdred's whistle, they'd pick up the pace.