The werewolf sees the movement and takes his jaws off your neck, but he still has full human intelligence, so instead of chasing it he berates you for a moment for insulting his intelligence by thinking that would work. It's a moment you don't waste. You pick up a pointy stick off the ground and jab it in his eye as hard as you can. He shrieks and picks his forepaws up off the ground to clutch at his face. That means, if only for a moment, that he's no longer pinning you to the ground. You take the opportunity to stand up and bolt, praying that you can outrun him long enough to hide behind a tree.

It's a tense moment, but you do. He tries to sniff you out. You pull out another tennis ball, rub it under your armpit, and roll it towards him. He takes the bait. You sneak up behind him with a rock, ready to bash him over the head, when you step on a twig and he turns around...