OK.. what would you do, if a Yowie is stomping his foot, aggressively.
For me, although I have never heard a Yowie stomp it would suggest a number of things.
1: They want YOU to know they are in they area.
2: They are in command because they have made first contact and are spelling out the rules of engagement. Go AWAY... I don't like you here.
3: Did I bring a change of underwear? Because I was really hoping I would meet one that would like to be my friend.
4: Why the hell did he wait till I got past him before he started stomping?
Now for the the path...
1: I'm assuming that this is a well worn path... well paths are made by wear, so it is going to lead somewhere... hopefully not into a bigger Yowie's territory that decides to stalk you... which I think is infinitely more sinister.
2: The path is not on a knife edge mountain. Therefore I can, if I choose have more option in which direction I go... I don't think you should give in to bullies, it only encourages them.
Now for some options, you'll have noted by my careful consideration of this dilemma that the Yowie is very patient and has not carried me off to a larder or another dimension.
1: Forget about trying to sneak anywhere, or removing anything shiny. He knows I'm here and it's pitch black... ... ... ... Mum.
2: Curse myself for not buying that Kevlar suit I saw watching the late night shopping channel.
3: Have already prepared a video statement like Pauline, to be aired in case is dissapearance.
4: Take one for the species, like the Monarch Butterfly I would make myself taste bad so that the same fate wont befall another human. I think I would take a bath in a bittering agent like Naptha... an ingredient that supposedly stops people drinking. Though I could probably use a drink about now.
5: Strap on my gas powered running stilts and get out of there.
Seriously, hypothetically or realistically you have put yourself in this situation. I think that the stomp is fair warning. I'm not sure how many they give or if indeed the stomp is actually him trying to shake some mud of his foot.
Perversely, he could be stomping thinking... I hope this is deep enough for a cast. Damn! I've smudged my dermal ridges again.
Okay back to serious again. You have chosen to come out at night, in pursuit of the Hairy Grail. You've actually found it. Are you going to die wondering?
Take a step forward and see what happens.
To be honest, I'm miles away on my gas powered stilts.
Hope this was of no help whatsoever
Cheers Buck