It's so hard. Even if Bigby is used to have to take plenty of split-second decisions that are often on this same high difficulty level, it doesn't mean he enjoys it, and he can feel frustration building up within himself. At himself, mostly, but also at whatever the hell is driving the wolves to come into town in the first place.

At least none of the frustration is aimed at the other. He's even asking if he can shoot, which is way more than Bigby expects out of anyone.

Maybe that's the thing that tips him over enough into: ".. fine."

He hates it, though. He'd ask the other to just shoot one in the leg, but he knows that isn't going to stop the rest of the pack, and that means just having to kill even more of them.

So he gives the permission, making sure he isn't standing right in the line of sight between the other and the wolves - though something about Bigby's expression looks pained, regretful.