Margaery rode skillfully beside Hannibal and could scarcely keep from laughing in triumph as they returned to Winterfell. Ramsay also heard the barking of the wolves and came out with his father. All the color drained from his face as he saw her kill.

Margaery tipped her head to acknowledge Roose's compliment. "Thank you my Lord, your son taught me well."

After a moment Ramsay sneered. "Hardly sporting, brother, putting your kill on the lady's horse!"

Margaery narrowed her eyes at Ramsay. "Difficult though it may be for you, I did indeed kill this beast on my first hunt. I couldn't very well return empty handed, now could I? What sort of hunter returns from a hunt with no prey?" Margaery smirked.

Ramsay pouted, and growled some curse before stomping off. Margaery smirked, pleased with herself as she moved to slide from the saddle with Hannibal's help. She thought on his question a moment. "The teeth and claws - and anything else you yourself deem useful, my Lord."

Margaery glanced to the cat, then to Hannibal. "Forgive me but...might we visit the crypts now? The Stark land was kind enough to give me good game, I should like to pay the previous residents proper thanks."