[ The moment she snarls at someone Daryl feels his own hackles rise in response, the imperative of protecting her and following her lead as instant as the menacing reveal of his fangs at whatever poor asshole had happened by too close to her. He's glad when her grip on him doesn't loosen and then a moment later, one of his own arms finds its way around her waist like an automatic movement. ]
Where?
[ He's focused on her even as he casts his eyes around the two of them from his taller height, looking for either a break in the crowd around them or a likely direction to head in. He wishes he knew the place better, but for once, he's eager to follow someone else's lead if they take it.
As long as it's her lead, his instincts tell him. ]
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Where?
[ He's focused on her even as he casts his eyes around the two of them from his taller height, looking for either a break in the crowd around them or a likely direction to head in. He wishes he knew the place better, but for once, he's eager to follow someone else's lead if they take it.
As long as it's her lead, his instincts tell him. ]