He exhales, feeling disappointed on top of everything else, but knowing not to show it. Mabari are smart, and Garahel did what he could. There's snow on the ground and the Templars had so long to visit horrors upon the child; the odds weren't in the mabari's favor to start with.

"Thank you for trying, boy. Garahel. I appreciate it." It had been too much to hope.