My brother and I were once camping on the Tour du Mt Blanc. As we were washing up after eating in the dark, we saw multiple sets of approaching eyes reflecting our one headlamp. Wolves? We couldn't tell. They seemed very large and intimidating, whatever they were and weren't a familiar form even as they got closer.

We became increasingly nervous until it turned out that we'd camped on the wrong side of a fence and curious horses were approaching our campsite in their paddock. Probably didn't help that I had a childhood fear and recurring nightmares about horses. Later, we woke up to them licking the tent.