The werewolf gives an amused rumble. He knows these tactics. They're designed to slow tracker dogs down and make their handlers doubt that they have the right trail.

But they are not dogs with handlers.

He ignores most of the knots, using both scent and sight to find where the man re-emerged and following it to the next knot. The stream is trickier. The water washes away the glow, leaving only patches and short tracks where the man exited to lay false starts. The 'wolf bounds up one bank and down the other until he finds the true exit, a good ways upstream and made more obvious by the glittering path that leads away.

They've lost time, but not nearly as much as the man did laying the trail.