Daryl should probably stop messing with this poor kid. Slowly, he rises out of the bushes he was hiding in. Daryl is an average-sized man, not particularly tall or broad-shouldered, with a face like a pine-cone, and today he's covered in squirrel pelts. He hopes Arthur wasn't expecting anything special.

He walks over, not deigning to free the boy, and pulls the trap Arthur was about to step in off the ground. There's a dead rabbit in it. Daryl begins prying it free, all without looking at Arthur or saying anything.

It's really good, he used to sometimes think, that he was the youngest brother. He'd be a terrible older sibling to have.

"Gotta watch where you're going," he finally says.