Dylan bit his lip, trying to think of an answer. "It was getting close to dawn and they wanted to get away?" he suggested, though another option was looming and he preferred his own version to that. "Or maybe one of them got hurt, or- or they took someone with them."
He shuddered. "To turn into one of them." He said the last in a low voice, hoping he was wrong. Instead he prepared for another body, hoping it wouldn't be too gruesome.