You we’re camping, not until wild wolfs come out of nowhere. You ran fast as you can, before you slipped and hit your head

For a while, you woke up— having a terrible headache, groaning and rubbing your head, then you heard a voice

“would you stop that, it might attract wolfs.” theres a man in a red cloak, Starring at you from across the fireplace, he looks at you with a sharp expression

what you gonna do?