A sheepdog puppy comes charging down the way, yapping at the sheep as he starts to wrangle and drive them back in the direction they came from, back towards the police station. Margaery raced after him, holding a cloak over her head in an effort to shield herself from the down pour of hail.

"They broke free from the herd." Margaery said to Amy, quickly tugging along the ram she had gotten a hold on. "We need to get them to the police station. That's where the animals are." She whistled are dog, giving him the command to send the sheep running. They were at least not protesting, apparently wanting to find shelter as desperately as Margaery wanted to usher them towards it.

"Thank you for catching them. I thought they were lost."