"I hate to admit it, but I enjoyed that."

"Do what!"

"I enjoyed that."

"Rick, you are one twisted sonofabitch."

"Yea well, I think it has something to do with the other side of me." They sit by the car as Rick continues wiping blood from his face. "I felt the wolf rising in me, wanting to lash out and just … rip his ever lovin' head off. If my arms hadn't been pinned, I probably would have."

"You're a bloody bastard."

"Yea well, what can I say. It's been hard y'know, keeping him in check all the time. There are times I have just wanted to just … I dunno …"

"Just howl."

"Is that it?"

"I've never heard you howl before."

"It's pretty bad, I don't sound right."

"Whadda ya mean?"

"Every time I try and howl, it comes out sounding all cracked and weird. I've heard wolves howl before, but me … I sound like someone's trying to strangle me."

"Wipe your forehead."

Pouring a little more water onto the rag, he begins wiping more blood away. "Another thing, and this is what drives me crazy, I get this urge to just want to scratch."

"Maybe you have fleas."

He chuckles lightly. "I hadn't thought about that. Maybe I do." He looks over at Daryl and stares at him. "You're awful calm about all this."

"Yea well, Beth threatened to beat my ass if I tried to hurt the wolf. She even screamed at me a couple of times … man, she is raging like a beast."

"What happened to her?"

"We were together and then she was just … gone. I tried to catch up to them, tried to keep up, but they got away. I had hoped that once I found you, maybe you could track her down, sniff her out or something."

"I could try. See, that's another thing … why can't I use his senses when I'm me. Why can't he and I just get the hell along? Beth seems to make him mind, but she's the only one. I can't tell you how many times that she has saved my ass from doing something stupid."

"You know what I remember."

"What's that?"

"When you come busting out of the prison, hanging off that wall and howling like some hellhound. Man, you chilled my shit that day."

"Okay, case in point … why can't I do that again? Is that just something he can do or is that in me too?"

"Well, since you and him are the same person you should be able to." Daryl looks over at him for a long moment. "Why do you think you two are separate people? You're not, you're one person … you are the wolf and you just proved it with that."

"Maybe that's how you should think from now on dad," Carl says walking around to them. "You are the wolf, the wolf is you … isn't that what Beth has been telling you all along?"

"Yea I guess you're right and I thought you were laying down."

"I'm good now, maybe we should get back on the road," Carl says looking around, "in case walkers get a whiff of your kill and come looking for a snack."

"He has a point," Michonne comments. "We've rested up from last night, unless you need another minute or two to finish getting clean."

"I don't know, I just …" His voice trails off as he rises. Holding his head up, he sniffs the air as he looks around.

"What is it dad? Walkers?"

"No … Beth. She's close by, real close."

"Well, let's go find her," Daryl says, getting up and dusting his pants off.

Rick stops as a tear rolls down his cheek. "It's gone now, she was here and now she's not. For the faintest moment, I had her scent."

"Maybe they took her to Terminus," Michonne comments.

"Let's go then, maybe I'll pick something up the closer we get."

"Hey dad," Carl says, touching his chin, "you missed a spot."

He looks over at Carl and smiles. "Thanks." Wiping his chin, he drops the rag and takes his bag from Michonne as they start walking.