A pack of dogs. That little detail tagged Anton's mind. A pack of dogs tearing apart Cain's brother would undoubtedly be a source of trauma. He ought to make sure Valdis didn't use her hound form in public. She hadn't on the regular, of late, but still. Until he knew more.

"That's usually all one has," Anton murmured. At least Cain was aware of it, which meant he was unlikely to let it control him if it came to that--or so Anton hoped. Sometimes, what one knew was a lot broader than just what was in the heart. Sometimes it wasn't.

Anton looked back at Cain, his gaze even. "What are you going to do with the note?"

It wasn't precisely a call to action, that note ... but still. Cain had been rattled.