He tracked the man as he scrambled to his feet. If he was honest with himself he didn't know what he was waiting for. He'd never seen someone reach out to the moon that wasn't a witch or a were and one of those groups didn't have a choice. He'd been howling at the moon earlier but there was an exasperation in the man's voice and he could hear the frustration in a prayer unanswered.
He dug his paws into the ground in front of him and huffed out another bark. It sounded petulant to him, but it would only sound like a wolf making a noise to the human. The branch snapped and the wolf urged him forward, but his hackles stayed down. It was curious. A few more steps and the distance was closed again and nudged at the man's hand. Eric tried to express his skepticism as best he could, there was something different about him but without proof it was nothing more than a diversion from a game that he'd managed to play over the course of the night.