So these series of pics were taken essentially when this wolf and I had first gotten to know one another. He was segregated for his aggression against his packmates, which did actually translate into some interesting traits when interacting with his human brethren.

He was not aggressive with people, no, but he lacked the inherent respect the majority of the wolves automatically had for people in general.

In other words, if he liked your shirt, he was going to take it.

Whether you wanted him to have it.

Or not.

So he didn't get too many visitors. In fact, the only other regular visitor to his pen was a short, stocky man who could lift the front end of a car off the ground.

My skinny little nerd self had to get used to wrestling with a wolf that was essentially bigger than I was, and just as tall (6'1") on his hind legs, with a ton more muscle, and a brain five times faster than my own in tactical scenarios.

Also, this is my sad face.

He's taking his gift- bone (From me, see my gallery for the other pics) and going to seclusion where he can properly gnaw on it.

I am like ;_; "Well fine then. I'll just sit here... And... And... play with the fur that wrapped around my fingers when I scratched your *sniff* back..."

Wolf: "I'm right here."

Me: "But..."

Wolf: *Sighs*