you’re Sandor’s daughter, and a local kennelmaster gifted you got a runt bloodhound pup, one that was rambunctious like you. however, one day you couldn’t find her, searching all in your room and calling her name until your door opened and your father walked in, holding your bloodhound puppy by the scruff of her neck.

“you need to train this little beast.” he said with bemusement, the bottom of his breeches shredded, likely from the pup.