Hannibal was extremely proud of her. He gave a whistle and the wolves began to howl and yip in excitement to announce their successful kill. They rode back at a slightly quicker pace.

The wolves went straight to their kennel. Roose Bolton had heard the wolves and was curious what they had captured. He saw that the rose carried the trophy. Perhaps the thorns were more lethal than many assumed.

Hannibal gave a bow to his father. "You have picked a fine bride for me father. She is a natural huntress that is fearless." He said as genuine praise.

Roose gave a nod before looking at Margaery. "Well hit My Lady." He said flatly before turning to return indoors.

Hannibal dismounted and reached up to assist her out of the saddle as well. "That was high praise from him." He assured her.

Hannibal hoped hoped his brother was watching this. His men removed the body. "What would you like as a trophy from your prize My Lady?"