Delia scoffed; she had half a mind to, but really didn't want to go through the hassle. She could handle Hadrian Nott on her own, she had for longer in her life than she hadn't (or so it felt like). Boys heel." She commanded and all three dogs came up behind her and sat again, waiting patiently.

"Whose hounds?" She had been working on their bad manners in their time at home. Delia would not have untrained dogs just roaming around the estate. It was easier to train them here than while travelling, but next time they headed off, she would be able to take them with her without worrying about it. It wasn't as if they'd ever been bad, she just wanted to tighten up their commands.

With her hands on her hips, she stared at her soggy ex-husband on the ground. "Is that all you're doing here, trying to see the dogs?" She didn't quite buy it, but she really didn't have any other idea as to why he would be here. They avoided one another like the laughing plague, even if she still felt that little flutter in her chest at the sight of him.