Which was when, for Jowan, when luckily a griffon came swooping down.

Yes, that's right. A griffon. Ridden by a Grey Warden.

...and that griffon just plucked that mage right up in his claws and started to carry him off away from the dog itself, with the Grey Warden mage yelling, "No! No! Bad Butterball! This is a mage, not food! Not food! We are not taking him to eat him - oh bother - hello down there! You might be in for a rough landing but I will try to soften as much as I can! Whatever you do, don't cower! Griffons see cowering as prey!"