Sleepy Fox Hollow Must be the way you whisper.

It seemed zombies did care about their place in a pack, since Mou reacted as if Wylla was a wasp that stung him. Which was more or less exactly what she'd done. She didn't budge when he stepped into her space, holding her ground with the defiance of a much larger wolf, until he cracked open his lips and actually spoke.

Poor guy. He was dumber than a pile of bricks from the sound of his voice, and Wylla couldn't hide the smirk that threatened to bubble into cruel laughter. He probably needed all the help he could get in this world, so for that reason, she backed off. She turned sidelong and took a handful of steps away from Mou before looking back over her shoulder and saying, you got it, bucko.

Even Wylla, rude as she was, didn't get many kicks out of teasing disabled folks, and he sounded like he had a few screws loose.