Daryl shrugs. "If you want. It's your arrow." Which is, in itself, a clue. There's more than one way to make an arrow; what he wants to see is that Miles is serious about learning, that he's not just being humored or used in an attempt to get more information.

Still walking, he turns suddenly off the path, giving lie to the idea that he doesn't know his way around. There's a rustling sound coming from one of the bushes.

Daryl crouches low, and clears away some of the underbrush, revealing another trap. This one has a small rabbit ensnared inside of it, still kicking futility against its bonds. "Ah, shit," Daryl says, reaching for the twitching creature. "Skinny lil' thing."