@mohawk warrior , a couple of wolf tales for ya:
When we first moved way North we lived way back in the Brooks Range. We 2 were the only humans the local animals had ever encountered. We weren't afraid, they weren't afraid, yet, hehe.
Well, one day I was kicked back on a dry spot of land leading into a big marsh, a place I ambushed caribou. Waiting on caribou I pretty much blended in. I see a wolf coming across the marsh, keeps coming toward me. I sitting there totally unconcerned. He comes right up and sniffs my boot, we look into each other eyes, some kind deep recognition, he turns right keeps on his way, I continue to wait for caribou.
One spring an all black wolf falls in love with our female Anatolian, 100 lb spayed girl. He's love sick and wants to join our tribe, go figure. He follows Sharon as she goes skiing with her dogs, back of the pack follows everywhere. My big dogs, the 2 Anatolians, female 100, male 140 lbs, daily make him cry in pain and fright. He hangs in there and is eventually accepted. Peace in the Mts. He would not eat anything I offered him, moose meat and mudshark. He would roll on it, but not eat. Maintaining his wild integrity. Then one day neighbors from the next Mt valley to the west come over the mountains with their two dog teams. They have dogs in heat. When they leave, Shadow, what we named him, followed them out of the mountains and was killed by a village hunter. I always knew it was going to be bad for him to buddy up with humans. Big sigh.