"Weren't nothin'. Just gotta let 'em know they can trust ya, that you're worth trustin'," Daryl says dismissively of the horses (though the same could be said of Rick and Vivi). "First aid's always welcome. I got some basic, practical knowledge, but that's about it."
Once they're drawing nearer to camp, he gives a sharp whistle, the sound well-nigh indistinguishable from a bird call, but one whose meaning Rick will hopefully understand: Daryl's back, and not alone. He hasn't had much occasion to use this exact variation of a signal before, but trusts that Rick will still remember it and not shank Phillip in alarm.
Their current camp is still within the woods, but not as deep as it had been earlier in the arena, due to a desperate incident involving a murderous tree and a mysterious fireball, which they'd barely managed to escape thanks to Vivi's magic. Discussions have been ongoing about trying their luck in one of the abandoned buildings in the village, but Daryl isn't fully sold on the idea yet. They'd need to explore the area more thoroughly first, and secure it, which is exactly what he's been doing over the last several days inbetween hunting and seeing to general camp maintenance (thankfully there's little laundry), and taking his turn as sentry so Rick and Vivi can rest.
A fire pit dominates the center of camp, with a pot of stew situated in such a way and it's kept hot, the savoury aroma of it wafting throughout the area. A tent is mostly hidden in the brush, miscellaneous supplies surrounding it, and a pair of nervous horses are quietly whickering to each other nearby, both secured to a tree on rope leads long enough to permit grazing and access to the makeshift water trough. Both creatures are on alert and flick their ears forward at the sound of footsteps approaching.
Daryl steps into the clearing first, and quickly explains, "Brought a friend," before he shrugs off his pack and holds it in a hand as he retrieves a couple hatchets from it, tossing them toward the collection of weapons off to the side of the fire. The handle of their original hatchet had splintered the other day, so he figures a backup this time couldn't hurt. Half-turning to look back at Phillip, he motions him forward so introductions can be made.
Good place for Rick to tag in?
Once they're drawing nearer to camp, he gives a sharp whistle, the sound well-nigh indistinguishable from a bird call, but one whose meaning Rick will hopefully understand: Daryl's back, and not alone. He hasn't had much occasion to use this exact variation of a signal before, but trusts that Rick will still remember it and not shank Phillip in alarm.
Their current camp is still within the woods, but not as deep as it had been earlier in the arena, due to a desperate incident involving a murderous tree and a mysterious fireball, which they'd barely managed to escape thanks to Vivi's magic. Discussions have been ongoing about trying their luck in one of the abandoned buildings in the village, but Daryl isn't fully sold on the idea yet. They'd need to explore the area more thoroughly first, and secure it, which is exactly what he's been doing over the last several days inbetween hunting and seeing to general camp maintenance (thankfully there's little laundry), and taking his turn as sentry so Rick and Vivi can rest.
A fire pit dominates the center of camp, with a pot of stew situated in such a way and it's kept hot, the savoury aroma of it wafting throughout the area. A tent is mostly hidden in the brush, miscellaneous supplies surrounding it, and a pair of nervous horses are quietly whickering to each other nearby, both secured to a tree on rope leads long enough to permit grazing and access to the makeshift water trough. Both creatures are on alert and flick their ears forward at the sound of footsteps approaching.
Daryl steps into the clearing first, and quickly explains, "Brought a friend," before he shrugs off his pack and holds it in a hand as he retrieves a couple hatchets from it, tossing them toward the collection of weapons off to the side of the fire. The handle of their original hatchet had splintered the other day, so he figures a backup this time couldn't hurt. Half-turning to look back at Phillip, he motions him forward so introductions can be made.