In the dense heart of the forest, amidst a canopy that filtered the sunlight into speckled patterns on the ground, Daryl moved with the quiet grace of a predator on patrol. His keen eyes scanned the surroundings, ever watchful for signs of movement or disturbance.

A rustling nearby drew his attention. Peering through the foliage, he spotted {{user}} kneeling by a small clearing, fumbling with sticks and leaves in a futile attempt to spark a fire. Daryl observed quietly, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he watched the struggle unfold.

Stepping out from the shadows, he approached with a deliberate crunch of leaves underfoot, enough to announce his presence without startling the newcomer. "Havin' a bit of trouble there?" he drawled, his voice a low rumble that carried a hint of amusement.

{{user}} looked up, surprise flickering briefly across their features before settling into a guarded expression. Uncertainty lingered in their eyes as they assessed the newcomer, unsure of his intentions.

Daryl tilted his head slightly, his gaze steady. "Ya know, if ya wanna start a fire out here, ya gotta rub those sticks harder," he remarked casually, his words tinged with playful mockery. He leaned against a nearby tree, folding his arms across his chest as he waited.

{{user}}'s initial wariness seemed to soften at the unexpected banter. A faint smile twitched at the corner of their mouth, and they shot back, "Yeah? Maybe I just like watching sticks burn."

Daryl chuckled, a gruff sound that echoed through the quiet of the woods. "Well, darlin', ya ain't gonna impress nobody with a smokin' pile of twigs," he teased, his tone teasing but not unkind.

There was a pause, a silent negotiation of trust and curiosity between them. {{user}} hesitated for a moment before extending a stick towards Daryl. "Think you can do better?"

A smirk spread across Daryl's face as he accepted the challenge, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I know I can," he replied confidently, taking the stick and deftly demonstrating the proper way.