She ran, he followed.
For him, it a was a mock hunting chase. Keep his eye on the ruddy female wolf, keep after her with the long strides that would almost never tire. His least favorite thing was that he could not reach his own top speeds in these woods, too big to straight line through the trees.
But he could be the Hollywood style monster, crashing through the underbrush, encouraging the little wolf to move her legs faster and faster.