He won't. He might be faster than a human, but he's far slower than a werewolf.

That's alright, now that the forest is much easier to follow. It's like being suddenly able to notice the subtle differences between each tree and grass. He'll follow the footsteps at his own pace, letting Joker take the lead, idly wondering if he should change his call name.

But most of all, reveling in this new power, watching how nature itself moved to his whim, getting more hungry by each passing minute.

He listened in silence, running behind him, waiting for a signal.