Fenrir was in seventh heaven. While the transformation into the wolf had been as painful as usual, once he was the wolf, he was... himself. Except he knew how to be a wolf and not a human trapped in a wolf's body. Which he kind of was but not. He didn't really know how to explain it except that it was weird and strange and absolutely amazing.
The world was full of weird and wonderful smells and sounds and it was almost overwhelming. He was vaguely aware of the others as he gave himself a good shake but for the moment they weren't really registering too much as he was far too caught up in the whole sensation of being the wolf.
His tail was wagging frantically in excitement as he raised his head and howled his delight, then without really thinking about what he was doing, he play-feinted towards the others in invitation before bounding off towards the other end of the pitch.