What is it about the wolf that is so handsome? Is it the dogs I’ve known and loved over the decades that I see in the wolf? Perhaps. Still, I seem to recall in foggy memories of my early childhood past, a short-lived fear of the wolf. Was it one of those fairy tales with scary wolves that caused those distant fears? Yes. Of course. But then I came to understand the wolf more, and enjoyed the companionship of goodly dogs. The wolf became wonderful to me. A number of years ago, I saw one quite thin lone wolf trotting along the road near our home here. I felt sad for him. I worried that he might starve. It was winter and he looked hungry. Why was he alone? How could he hunt alone? I wanted him to find his family pack. Wolves seem meant for that. They are social creatures. Like dogs, they need their family.