The wolf is bounding about, sniffing, listening, chewing on things occasionally like a child exploring the world.

It doesn't mark. Werewolves don't have a sense of territory, not like a regular wolf. Where ever it is, it considers everything in reach fair game.

A misfortunate squirrel gets sniffed out, up a tree. With effortless grace, it scrambles up the branches to get at it, snapping up the mouthful and swallowing it, barely bothering to chew.

It leaps onto another branch which protests the treatment by snapping and dumping it back on the ground on its butt, looking confused.