More could be done than what had already been accomplished. Dylan knew that he could do more than he had done. After all he'd only been able to turn one girl and kill one boy. He could've gotten so many people on the pack's side already, so it was obvious he was slacking and he needed to find a way to convince others to join him on their side. If it were a full moknn he'd be in the forest waiting for unsuspecting students to walk right into him so he could turn them.
Sadly though, it wasn't the full moon and that meant he couldn't do any real harm to them. He couldn't turn them. But he knew that there were always students who wandered into the forest no matter what, so he decided he'd be there anyways. In case someone of value came and he could somehow convince them to let him turn them on the next full moon, which was in a couple of days.
He wandered in the forestn seemingly unafraid of any creatures that could come out at him and he stopped suddenly. He saw a female figure not too far away and he felt like he knew her but he couldn't quite distinguish her. Moving a bit closer, carefully, Dylan was able to see the girl clearly and he realized he did know her - vaguely anyways. Her name was Leven.. something and she was a Gryffindor in his year if he remembered correctly, they had a class or two together.
"Leven?" He called out innocently, as if he hadn't expected to run into anyone at all. "What are you doing here all alone?" He asked her, moving closer.