Hannibal would call it fox to help her if that was what she needed. He held her close as she turned those dark eyes up to him. He turned her so that her back was to Littlefinnger and the cooking meat. "People of the north have learned to cook and eat food to survive, no matter what form the gods send it in." He said lowly. "I have done this a number of times before. Only in one case was it for pleasure, like this, rather than survival." He explained.

It was true, in winter if you could not find decent game and your companion was dead or sizing you up to feed off of you...survival instincts take hold.