Margaery was embarrassed, she hadn't examined the pup closely enough. She'd made herself look foolish, as though she couldn't tell the difference between male and female. But she said nothing and cradled the pup in her arms as they walked. She noted Hannibal's choice in pup. When the pups growled at Ramsay, there was satisfaction in her gaze.

Margaery wasn't expecting the meat when they returned, and it only dawned on her then as to how hungry she was. She blushed at the slight rumbling in her stomach. "The chicken looks good."