What could make this entire experience that much more terrifying?

A fucking wolf.

This huge black wolf just bounds out of the trees out of nowhere and jumps the guy, leaving me screaming as I stumble back and eventually fall right on my ass. It hurts, I've dropped my keys and the mace, I'm pretty sure my left arm is scraped up, and, yeah, there's a giant goddamn wolf.

I'm sad to say that any little amount of bravery I had melts away in the face of the wolf. Who wouldn't nearly pee themselves when faced with a predator that can rip your throat out? I've got to move, run, do something.

Except the wolf looks at me and then back at the guy and then just kinda...shakes its head and growls.

I let out an undignified whine as I reach out, feeling for the mace. It's not bear mace, but maybe it'll work.