Daryl wasn't used to seeing the wolves run through parks outside the Pack's territory. It was dangerous to be running at all. For them as much as it was for anyone they ran into. The instincts that took over were usually deadly.

When he caught the scent, it had surprised him, but he knew how bad things could get if one of the wolves ran into the wrong person. More for the person than the wolf, but still. So he'd shifted and followed, tracked the scent to where the young pup was digging a hole into the ground near a tree. Head shoved down while his arms worked furiously.

He stayed back for the time being, pacing around the creature in a circle to try and get a good idea of the surroundings he had to work with if something went wrong.