Daryl doesn't put any thought into what kind of cat the kid was picturing him as when he replies. He just leans back and shrugs, taking to the topic like it was the most natural thing in the world. For him it was.

"Ducks and other small game fowl that make it into the parks. Squirrels sometimes. Mostly I try to hunt outside the city where there's more variety and less eyes. Pheasant, quail, that sort. Nothing I have to take too much time to lug back home."