An hour later, I am petting Leo, the brown-black wolf I took as a rescue. He was the first wolf I got at just 4-months-old. He wasn't friendly to anyone besides me, and even then when I got too playful he would growl. I liked that about him.

Casper and Terror were the friendly ones, and when I say friendly I mean solely to me. No one fed them face to face beside me. When I wasn't around which was more often than I would like my father's soldiers would put food in the back yard and ...