One of the guardsmen, presumably the patrol leader, checks the body of the man, frowns, and covers it with a tarp. Three others begin collecting the bodies of the dogs, stacking them in a heap. The fifth guardsman departs the scene with an air of purpose. The patrol leader rises and addresses all of you. "We'll need statements. No, it is not a common occurrence. Hope Park is known to be home to a lot of animals, but wild dogs are not among them, and the animals here have seldom attacked anyone who didn't molest them."
The woman approaches the guard. "My name is Marina, and these folk saved me. I was walking home through the park, as I often do when I came upon this pack devouring a man on a bench. When they saw me, they turned on me." He dutifully jots down everything she says without comment.