It's been a few years since Daryl's gone hunting with a dog to help track. If that's a dog, exactly. Alien space-dog? Close enough. He might not know what it is, but there's no mistaking that body language. Definitely, there's something out there.

"Might take a while to track it," he answers, shaking his head. If he goes, he's not coming back empty-handed. "I'll head out when we camp for the night."