Hannibal saw her delight and stood behind her with a smile of his own. Most women would have run away in terror at being surrounded by a pack of dire wolves. She was quite strong, like the reports of her grandmother. Hannibal found himself growing more attached to her as the day wore on than he should be.

He gave her a nod, "I truly do. We can even take the one you pick up to your chambers tonight. There are a few that are weaned from their mothers and ready to come inside for training. I take them in small groups of three at a time." He said. Some of his men were waiting outside to collect the pups he would choose and assist by carrying two while Hannibal carried the third. He motioned at a group of four. "These are the ones who are ready for training. Which one would you like My Lady?" He asked her.