You decide that it would be best to hike home tonight. You're just going to have to trust your newly enhanced senses to get you through the night. Your toughened hide and strong hooves will see you across the terrain. And your strength will deter anything that could threaten you.
The westering sun tells you that night will be upon you quickly. You walk out past the tree-line toward the road. You listen for any cars but hear nothing. Crossing quickly, you make a beeline for the forest on the other side. At least the entire trek should be downhill.
Several hours of uneventful hiking pass. You cannot believe how relaxed this forced nature walk has made you. The sounds of night insects combine into a symphony, and the calls of owls drift through the trees. You feel so at home in your new body, you have quickly adjusted mentally to being a minotaur. You see that you're coming up on another road. You look out from underbrush to see if anything is coming. You can see two cars approaching from opposite directions. One appears to be weaving wildly, the driver is obviously drunk. Before your eyes, the drunk veers into the other lane and forces the unsuspecting person to go off the road.
You watch as the car careens into the trees. By some miracle, it doesn't hit any tree head on, but instead grinds to a halt next to a huge fallen trunk. Should you help the driver and risk discovery, or leave the poor dope to their fate and move along?