Maggie catches the sound of it, birdsong that isn't. Even without the awareness that Daryl's on the way, she thinks she'd recognize him - but it's hard to tell, knowing as she does. And she whistles back, over here.

When she sees him, she waves an arm. She's sitting at the side of the road, the buck's back hooves just visible.

"Thanks," she tells him, standing up once he's getting close.