"Are there any nearby?" Beth figures the answer has to be yes, since this is where he's been hunting in general - and that's why she's already looking toward the ground, heading toward areas that aren't old blacktop. If Daryl makes her figure it all out herself, she's going to have an easier time checking the dirt.
"Yup," Daryl says, and points north. It's the only hint he'll give her. There are prints on the tarmac road, but they're harder to find than most, and he's in a kindly mood.
He'd been surprised, when they'd gotten this far up north, how regular the game was. From his upbringing, he'd figured the north was an entire different world.
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"Do they have quail up here?" Her voice has shifted softer, curious.
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He'd been surprised, when they'd gotten this far up north, how regular the game was. From his upbringing, he'd figured the north was an entire different world.