I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from going to see if it was ok and maybe help releive it’s misery.

No doubt this would eventually lead to my doom as I get chomped in the jaws of some supernatural beastie.

this was my conundrum – i remember having bad dreams about dying animals for weeks afterwards and apart from being freaked out by the whole experience i also felt really guilty.
however – the whole reason we careered off the road was that the wolf was on a blind bend, there was no time to see it beforehand. i figured that with it being such a stormy night, if the dying beast didn’t clamp me in its jaws then a car might just squish me too……..