"Someone might have and got mauled for their troubles." He can assume. He's never even seen a live lion before and sometimes isn't sure that they even still exist in Thedas. Surely they must, somewhere?

He smiles gently at the praise of his hound, turning the tables and bowling her attacker over to snuffle at its belly. "She was a gift from a mentor of mine. He bred a litter and allowed me one to raise up and train. And here I thought the horse was difficult enough." A shake of his head. "Faithful companion in the field, but every soldier needs some downtime."