The wolf has escaped your sight for now, and you're not entirely sure which way it went, You look to the overcast sky again, to make sure of the sun. Yes, East must be that way, or so you think, which means South must be that way. You can be more sure when (or if) the clouds cleared, but for now, it was good enough to be moving. As for down, the immediate area seems pretty flat: you can't see any mountains in the distance, either, but perhaps that's just the weather.
These woods don't seem familiar at all: even the trees don't seem to be the types you're used to, aside from the evergreens. As you move through the woods, you wind up startling several creatures, some meeting their explosive end as they retaliate, rather than flee. One of them, a large bull-elk of some kind, comes out relatively intact as you splatter its skull mid-charge, though you are still struck with the problem of not having anything to cut the corpse with.
As your skin begins to sting from the cold and the breeze, you hear a tremendous roar in the distance, and stop. It's not like an avalanche, almost certainly some kind of animal. You wonder if, perhaps, this is the sound of one of those lions you have heard of from the far-roaming traders.