Much as you'd like a second think about things you have to get going quickly as whatever it is in the woods sounds like it's getting very close now. You do have a moment to reflect on how well your canine eyes work this late in the day, thankful and also a bit intrigued by that.
For now you decide to make a run for the iron gate to the park and hopefully hide in the city - all of the city smells should keep yours hidden hopefully. You turn and try to run, stumbling a bit on unsteady legs, practicing a trot and then running again, starting to get used to this form more quickly than you thought.
You go full bore through the woods, hoping you're still heading in the right direction when you bust through onto the main path again. Panting hard you finally make it within sight of the main gate, it's definitely getting dark out even with your new enhanced vision, fortunately the streetlights outside (two old beat-up ones anyway) have just kicked on. Your relief dissipates as something very large and powerful suddenly breaks through the woods entering the clearing behind you. You push yourself harder thinking back to when you won the track-meet in high school several years before and how much your lungs hurt.
You snap a glance back to see a very large black wolf thumping down the trail after you with hungry eyes and a strange dog collar with a green glowing bone emblem on it. It's gaining on you with it's powerful legs. That gate is still slightly ajar, just as you had left when you initially entered and you squeak through the opening. As you clear the gate you can hear the loud deep thrum of a vehicle approaching. The wolf quickly hits the gate like a dump-truck crashing through and knocking both gates open in protest with a loud, rusty creaking sound.
You're starting to panic, not wanting to end up as a meal and decide to blindly dart out across the street, the wolf so close you can hear it's labored breathing as it's about to catch it's prey. The street is flooded with intense light as you run across, you can see the large truck quickly approaching, briefly wondering if this was such a good idea as it comes down upon you.
All at once you hear the sound of a horn, and squealing tires and a loud yelp and THUMP! as you nimbly dodge out of the way just in time and the wolf too concerned with eating you becomes a hood ornament. You finally reach the opposing sidewalk and duck into an alley, stopping to take a breath for a moment, trying hard to remain quiet, watching as the driver and other occupant get out of the vehicle to stop and investigate. They sound drunk judging from the slurred voices and you cringe when you see a shotgun hanging from the roof of the cab inside.