Puppetmaster

You stay awake for a little longer, cautiously listening for anything that might endanger you. The sound of the wind is getting even louder now, and you begin to realize that it does not feel windy at all.

And then it hits you.
Wolves. The howling of the wind was the howling of the wolves.
You jump to your feet, adrenaline pumping through your veins once again.

What do you do?