if youve never physically been in the presence of like, a real live wolf, and you probably wont get the chance to, heres some stuff about them you should know
a wolf’s fur is so unbelievably thick that you can get like, your whole hand into it while petting. and then you can keep going
wolves are a lot bigger than you think they are. think about how big you think a wolf is then just like double that
they dont really smell like dog but they DO smell and youre not going to be able to figure out if its a good smell or not
a wolf really wants to lick the inside of your mouth. he will not stop trying to lick the inside of your mouth at any cost, and generally speaking you need to press your lips together kind of tightly when he approaches your face so that he doesnt worm his damn tongue in there to give you what he thinks is an appropriate greeting
a wolf doesnt really want to look at you while you pet him but he wants you to pet him. hes embarrassed
if a grown ass wolf decides to lay down on you, you just have to deal with it and thats your life now
young wolves, much like young dogs, are overwhelmingly goofy and stupid. a teenage wolf will see your very fragile, very human shoulder and go “i can probably step on that with my full weight” and then he will do it
letting a wolf eat out of your hand is actually not remotely frightening, and youll want to do it all day
When Stan Lee dies, all the Marvel movie characters should mention they have funerals to attend for their postman/doorman/friend/stripclub DJ and then be very confused when they all show up at the same one.
Female Brown Bear cub (Ursus arctos) approaches cautiously on the coast of the Cook Inlet, Alaska. Her mother was right behind her, so she didn’t need to be so careful. We did and we backed off accordingly to give the bears plenty of room. Lake Clark National Park, AK.
This is a sign of complete Trust. Generally cats don’t like to feel off balance or out of control. My Chester would let me do something similar, even being so trusting than when I held him out in front of me laying on my forearms, he would doze off. I could also grab his front legs with one hand and his back legs with my other, lift him up and over my head and place him on my shoulders, around my neck like a scarf. He would lay there and just purr as I walked around with my living furry scarf. Chester was Extra Special – and was rescued from the streets about a week after having been hit by a car, resulting in a broken tail and rear leg which had already healed. He was a “bit crooked” the rest of his life.