"Garahel, mind what she says. I don't want you injured." Inessa nods slightly to Anders; she'll linger with her mabari for a bit and let Garahel's curiosity wear itself out. Then she'll join them, if the Butcher doesn't seem to mind, or take him back inside.

Garahel hears the warning and grunts in response, usually obedient but also wanting to find that perfect bone. Or, barring that, any that look particularly interesting. Inessa follows but pauses a few steps before the edge, preferring to glance around rather than risk falling in. If he won't stop, and no one's paying attention to them, she'll quietly set a barrier over Garahel. The last thing she wants is to see him hurt, even when he's being too stubborn for his own good.