Ghoul rubs his face against his forelegs after it's attacked in pretty much every way possible, groaning loudly in a way that sounds like the canine equivalent of a noooo.

Fine then. When he picks his head back up he shoots Daryl a stony look, growling all the while. At some point he begins wiggling backwards, away from him. If he wants to be like that, Ghoul will just go find something else to chew on. Dumb thing is probably too small to be any good anyway.

He huffs loudly and stands, scampering away from the stupid bushes and the stupid cat.