Oh, so you've heard our folk songs? If only it were true. Perhaps the story would have ended differntly,

[she adores Chance with all of her heart. and Pup seems like a good dog as well.

she's trying to sever its head from its neck, but her current course of action doesn't seem to be working. never mind. she'll swing around, one hand clutching its fur as she slices at its neck directly with the other hand]

I'm quite well, thank you. [blood has splattered all over Mariane as well, but she's terribly used to such things after the year of the Blight. a far cry from the lady she was raised to be, even though that lady liked to sneak into hidden areas and places]