A wolf growl... In the back of his mind, Renne's sarcasm serves as a reminder. How apropos that it should be a wolf he faces -- a wolf had turned once and now it turns again. Standing straight and perking his ears forward, the oddity keeps his movements slow and calculated.
He can't dare to turn his back on the beast -- Never turn your back on a predator. Or a Human -- yet not sure if he can turn back to get out of this forest.

What to do.. Think. Slowly. Slowly...

His cane tip skitters in front of him; the cane itself held at about forty five degrees. His steps carry him forward, rounding a few trees and hopefully, the wolf. But ultimately, forward.