One of the wolf's shoulders moved in a motion that might have been a shrug. It had no idea how many others there were out there. It had watched the moving screens with other humans and seen reports, but it didn't keep track.
"I am a wolf who becomes a man." It said. "Or a man who becomes a wolf. Either way, I suppose that your word is the only correct one."
Now it tensed. It understood the human's intent now. The man wasn't here in the park for some other purpose, and had just happened to run into the wolf. The man had come here looking for the wolf. And now that they had encountered one another, the man was planning on killing the wolf.
It bared it's teeth and growled low, the fur on it's neck and shoulders standing up with it's anger and fear. It did not want to die. It wanted to live, to be free. To roam the park and explore this city and know new things.