He misses the tracks - an indoor boy after all - but spots the burrow with a bit of searching. He'd played at finding them as a child, after all, and taken a decent amount of joy watching the creatures without scaring them. And inevitably getting up too soon because he was bored, but in theory.

Carefully, he move to check the next trap. Mimicking Daryl's earlier movements imperfectly. "This one's a little fatter," he says, peering at it. "Not by much."