Atticus pulling a wolf out of his pocket is new. So new, in fact, that R's face twists into a confused cross between a snarl and a gape like he can't make up his mind which one to go with. It's almost enough to make him stop the attack, if his body wasn't going on auto-pilot and he's riding shotgun.

There's no battle cry, nothing to pump him up like a human does. R doesn't yell. The only thing that comes out is a groan dragging itself up out of his ribcage, a sound that normally would draw in other zombies. No other Dead come. It's just him flying solo.

R doesn't let that stop him. He kicks up snow as he suddenly pushes himself forward and grabs for the wolf's black head.