Margaery smiled, beaming from ear to ear in glee from the praise and from her shot. She winked at Hannibal and reached down to stroke Moanna's head. The wolf nipped at Littlefinger until Margaery scolded her.
"After such a hunt, I am indeed famished," she replied, kicking her horse after Hannibal to pursue him back to the Dreadfort.
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"After such a hunt, I am indeed famished," she replied, kicking her horse after Hannibal to pursue him back to the Dreadfort.