Once Ty got to the woods, he found a high place in the little forest to rest and watch over the place. His lycanthropic instincts were still overwhelming and exhilarating. He looked up at the bright glowing moon above him, got up on his hind legs, threw back his head and howled in pleasure.
Dropping back to all fours, he could tell his urge to mate was not abating. By this point, it was overshadowing all else in his mind. His feral cock had to be sated. He had cast off his human restraint and reason, and only cared about satisfying his reproductive instincts. Something, anything, had to be caught, fucked and filled with his seed.
It would also help massively by making it so Ty had something to mate and bear a pack, with the help of his wish. Even the rationale that it had to be with another werewolf felt unimportant to Ty. He could wish for whatever he wanted, so he would find some animal to fulfill his new form's desire and wish for it to be fulfilled, for them to be mated.
Seconds later, Ty scented an animal to pounce on and mate with. It wasn't clear to him if his wish created it or it was there to begin with, but frankly he didn't care.