Daniel watched Eward, Daphne and Lord Hurst in their battle of who-shoots-the-most-cute-animals with a curious expression. The sound of bullets were now washing over him and he became immune to their deafening sound, instead listening to his thoughts. He tried to ignore the bodies in the dogs' slobbering mouths as they brought them back to their master; Daniel found it quite disgusting.
"It's odd," he mused out loud, "I spend my entire life helping people recover from bullets and injury, not cause them, and yet I come on a hunt. I'm obviously no good at it."