Maurice looks between Heather and the creature that has decided to join them. He's buzzed as fuck all and is not great at making decisions in general but man this one is a doozy. Without any better ideas, Maurice takes a few wary steps forward and draws in a deep sniff.

It didn't smell like a zombie...and after spending so much time with Deuteronomy he knew that smell.

"Look, it's got a halter on..."

So maybe it wasn't a zombie horse. Maurice had never heard of a kelpie in all his life so he had no way to connect puddle plus sudden horse in his head.

"Well shit...it coulda gotten loose from any of these farms. We got like...feral cows and shit in some of the backwoods around here."