Glancing over and up to Anders, Inessa nods. "He will when I tell him to, yes. Garahel has enough toys and he knows that this won't be one of them." She follows a few paces behind her mabari, watching him pace along in pursuit of that scent. But after several minutes, it's apparent that his searching is more hopefully groping around than it is pursuing an actual trail. Inessa sighs. "If there was a trial to track, he would have found it. If he hasn't found one by now...I don't think he will."

There's a muffled whine from Garahel, who turns and gives them an apologetic stare, tail drooping.