As a wolf, I trekked through the night-darkened woods with a small drawstring bag in my teeth. Inside were my clothes and my phone. Usually, I didn’t like carrying anything—we had designated spots in the forest where we left our things—but it would be important to keep in touch in case I found anything.

Approaching the shared borders between Grandbay and Dalesbloom, my nerves electrified. There was already evidence that Dalesbloom was encroaching on my territory. Despite telling Oslo to ...