pharaoh hound

In the end, the joke was on both of them: Brienne lost track of Arya and The Hound was “killed by a woman.”

He frowned, and bent his head, and his long hair fell over his face, while the poor Stuttgardter sat there like a beaten hound.

Death comes in, the bread at the feast turns black, the hound falls down—and so on.

As they entered, a liver-coloured hound that lay stretched before the fire growled lazily, and showed the whites of his eyes.

Presently he heard the deep baying of the hound, and soon the enemy appeared, under a bright moon.

I called to him loudly, in the vain hope he might look back, as though at a time like this a hound would turn from the trail.