Hannibal smirked when he spotted Littlefinger in a tree. He stayed atop his horse and pulled his bow and arrows out. He took aim and shot an arrow just above his head. "You pup did well my dear. Treed our clever fox. How do you think we should get him down?" He asked as he drew another arrow and took aim. He would not fire, he would let Margaery take the next shot.