“There are?!? Oh, that’s great! I’ll put out a bowl with a steak to attract one!”
Our nice DHL man is skeptical: “Maybe you should ask your significant other about that first.”
So I did: “Well yes, I would mind if you gave my steak to a wolf,” explained my husband patiently, “but I would also love to see one.”
Turns out I don’t need to sacrifice a steak: wolves are often seen in our neck of the woods. It also turns out many farmers hate the idea, which is why I decide to keep my excitement about the Ysengrimus to myself. You don’t want to make farmers in your village angry.
There’s even a Wolf Center nearby and while it is not really a pleasure to watch the wolves all caught up and enclosed, howling with them was … wow. You know the credit card claim.