Mica buttered her toast and cut it, dipping a corner in the soft eggs. She took a bite, chewed and looked up, smiling sunnily at Taylor. Another bite and a vague nod in Antonio's direction as she mused on his advice. Her expression clouded and her chewing slowed as if she'd lost her appetite. She put her knife and fork down and reached for her coffee.<br/><br/>"Maybe." She hesitated. "But why did he send an arrow after Taylor if we're meant to have it?"<br/><br/>"If he's wild hunt, then maybe he was just happy because we've given him a challenge? Because, well... he likes to hunt?" She made a face at her coffee. "I agree we have to find out more about that dog as soon as possible, preferably before Duponte or whatever's real name is catches up with us."