Wolves are magnificent creatures, and that alone is enough of a reason to have them on the page. They are the purest of the pure breeds in the canine world, not these weird man made mutations we call dogs. (Don’t get me wrong, I love dogs.) Wolves represent to me what makes mankind truly great and special upon this planet.
What? Mankind? You thought I was gonna talk about Wolves…
Okay, so I have had an obsession with wolves since I was quite young. At three or four a neighbor had a full bloodied wolf for a pet. Which is pretty darn crazy, but it must have been less dominate or something cause it was extremely friendly and would let me watch TV at their house for hours with my head propped up on his ribs. Sweetest damn animal, unless you appeared to threaten one of its pack. Then a totally different side came out. A very scary side.
No one knows for sure just when wolves and men started hanging out together. It doesn’t really matter. Have you ever seen an angry wolf? Or one on the prowl, hunting? Mean creatures, and quite capable of killing a human. But smart, and at some point figured out that we make a better long term food program than the short term program of a single dinner. So these vicious, scary, deadly critters represented how I think early humans viewed the world. As a vicious, scary and often deadly place. Yet, a place that could bring much joy, happiness and comfort as well.