He whispers to her, “This wasn’t coincidence. Someone targeted your dog. Not Oak. Not the lodge. Brown Dog. It was intentional.., and that means you could be in danger too. Unless it was a mistake, but I think that any hit called out could determine between a brown mutt and a giant white fae hound. And this was a professional I think. He said it was a dog. Dagmar, I’m going to find out who did this.” He promises her.