Dylan shook his head, focusing on the paw prints. Hell James would never let him live it down if he needed a time out for only glimpsing what he'd have to deal with in there. Hell no.
He wondered if Jamie could handle it in there, but pushed the thought away. He'd talk to Jamie later. "I'll be fine," he said hoarsely. "You wanted pics of the paw prints?"
It was easier here. Where there were just the dirt and the paw prints and some scraps of fur. He could pretend the body on the other side of the wall didn't exist.