Considering the many beasts, monsters and other unholy abominations Cabal had faced before, one wolf shouldn't be anything to write home about. Then again, he was once thrawted by an overly friendly dog (and he wouldn't write home about THAT incident either, mostly because it was embarrassing), and one wolf can cause plenty of harm.

It also might be more than just a wolf. Its hostile wariness may simply be the mark of a clever animal, but Cabal has just been spirited away somewhere, so he's not about to rule out any options.

"I would hate to shoot you," he says sincerely, if dryly. He detests unnecessary killing and besides, he doesn't have extra rounds. "However, I'd hate even more to have my arm bitten off."

Cabal takes a slow step back, eyes still on Tsume, and while he doesn't put the gun away he does retract his arm experimently, until the barrel points upwards rather than at the wolf.