Wolves are scary animals, Munk. They're merely astonishing when one understands them (as well as a person can understand them) and is suitably armed and accompanied by friends. Alone - or underarmed - they're downright frightening.
My brother has a sharpe. After the third time I visited, he stopped attacking me and adopted me as a higher-ranking pack member. (The dog, not my brother, but that's another story.) Good old Duncan, during my third visit, used to jump up in my bed, settle his 50+ pounds on my chest, lick my face, and generally let me know in doggy terms that things were good, I was safe, and he'd appreciate it if I'd wake up and scratch him.
On visit #2, I made sure not to wave my hands around him. He'd bite them.
On visit #1, he had to be placed in a seperate room while I entered, then let out. Otherwise, he'd attack me. That was the theory. It kind of worked.
Domesticated dogs are hard enough to understand. Wild dogs have their own rules. Human beings aren't part of them. When I encounter wild animals in my travels - wolves, cougars, bears, even deer - I give them their space and their due, with the unspoken agreement that I'm at the top of the food chain (whether they agree with that or not) and we hopefully go our seperate ways.
If they're disagreeable with that...well, hopefully I'm carrying a gun. The situation will be resolved, one way or the other. May the best beast win.
Wild animals are majestic, beautiful, mysterious, and wonderful. They are not cuddly. For right or for wrong, we're the top dogs now.
He may have been a rogue wolf who was banned from his pack, happens sometimes, but like the attack, rarely.
