That was a decidedly different greeting from the last time they'd met in these forms. But it was still not an acceptable one. The pup was trying to ignore his warning and keep moving into Daryl's territory. From the way he was sniffing around, he was tracking something. Which meant he was on the hunt.

Uh uh. Not happening.

Daryl moved to block Ghoul's path despite the large buffer of space given. Clearly cutting him off from going further. He let out another low growl that moved into a hiss as his own ears went flat on his head.