Margaery looked down to Moanna as Hannibal replied. "You heard the Master, mind your fangs, Moanna." The wolf whined and even huffed a little, as though annoyed that she couldn't tear him to pieces. But, orders were orders.

Margaery looked up and smiled soon enough to Hannibal. "Time's up," and she kicked her horse off to speed after Littlefinger. Moanna bolted close behind.