On a hunt, anything can happen. Every dog, from the greenest puppy in Unicorn to the hard senior dogs of the Lower City knew that. Still, the type of anything that Mattes was hoping for probably wasn't what they meant. He could still dream though...
Any thoughts of him and Clary disappeared the moment he saw her run off the ship to embrace Tom.
He saw the way Tom made her blush like a little gixie, how her smile grew when he was around, and how she became moody and snappish (or at least more than usual) when dog work took her outside Corus and away from her husband. He saw the way her eyes lit up when she spoke of "her man at home". Mattes knew that he had to suffer in silence. Because Mattes loved Clary. And Clary loved Tom. But he could still dream...