Ghoul rolls his eyes. He's totally big enough to act however he wants... as a wolf. As a human, not so much. Which he is instantly reminded of when Daryl shifts back and stands there looking all tall and shit.

That won't do.

Step one is pushing himself up to sit, and he does so with a sour look on his face. It doesn't feel good, but it's fine. The norm by now. He waves a hand dismissively. "I got it. Just gonna be slow." There are leaves stuck in his hair, and his face is scratched up and dirty; he is not going to be dragged out of here in addition to all that mess. "You better haul ass back home before she decides to make her own cereal or somethin'."