The light glances off the tiny monster's latex flesh, streaks of jet black and flashes of white flooding your eyes. The beast is miniscule, and yet its familiar shape fills you with terror, forcing an uncharacteristically girlish scream to escape your lips. You want to run, and yet cannot as you are rooted in place, mind clouded with fear of aggravating the thing now clearly focusing its gaze on you. A lesser man might have lost control of their bowels when faced with such a sight, for even the hardiest of them couldn't face such horrifying obstacles without a moment of crippling terror. Indeed, before you stands the one thing that nearly every man fears: a skunk.
Latex or not, you can still smell the skunk's powerful musk, and the mere thought of it spraying you with such a powerful stench almost makes you wish you could take on the wolf instead. Still trying to avoid provoking it, the two of you stand there for ages: you afraid of whatever it is this latex skunk might spray at you if you make the wrong move, and it simply watching you and waiting for your next move.
Eventually, the tension becomes unbearable. You'll have to get away without startling it. With this in mind, you slowly turn... and your mind is filled with panic as this slight motion prompts the skunk to dart back, turning with incredible speed as it lifts its tail towards you.