"Cass is over there," Dylan called after her too late, nodding in the direction of his father, who were still talking to the newly arrived Ministry men. He shrugged as she didn't hear him, and moved to the door, starting to take photos of the grass outside. It was easier here. No chewed on bodies.
There had been someone bleeding however. This was more blood than just someone having it on their paws. No this was someone being dragged even he could see that. The trail was accompanied with bloody paw prints. The difference between the two was evident.
He looked up as she came out. "Good I think," he answered. "Someone was dragged. Someone bleeding. There is a difference between the bloody paw print and the trail here. Someone was dragged here - and it seems to run straight up that hill."