Hannibal shared her worry as the time continued to pass. He was less worried about the sand snakes for the moment. He was far more worried about something he could feel nearby, but could not see.

Another half hour passed and the wolves began to rumble lowly, and the fur on the nape of their neck and haunches was raised. Vhagar rumbled lowly as well and began to look around. He did not like something he was smelling.

Hannibal shifted Margaery behind him and closer to the wolves. He was not used to this feeling. He could smell death in the air. He also caught a whif of a very unique smell. He quickly picked up a large bucket of the neutralizing agent and threw it on what remained of the Mountain. He gave the command to Vhagar who spat fire at the creature before snapping his jaws to tear him in half. He chewed the burning flesh before biting down on the lower half. Hannibal moved in to pour water over the scotch marks in the tent to prevent a true fire.

The wolves immediately sat down before laying down and relaxing. Hannibal turned to look at Margaery. "Are you alright?"