You clear the jam quickly and put a bullet through the top of its head just in time as momentum carries the lifeless body skidding to your feet. Now, more wolves approach from all angles. You spin in place and fire at every one of them until only one remains. But the pistol is locked back on an empty chamber and you had no more ammo left. Your heart races as you see hunger flash through the creature's eyes. You toss the empty gun at it and it easily ducks away. Your heart races and you try to find your feet, but your ankle must’ve been twisted because you can’t find your balance. You turn to face the threat and back away as the drooling monster approaches; your hands search for a rock or stick or anything you could use to even the odds. Suddenly it lunges at you with a growl and you throw your arms up in defense. But instead of a crushing bite you feel a gentle nip. You lower your guard out of curiosity and it licks your hand. What?