I lived in Saint Paul and was running Marathons. I used to run by the Como Zoo, the Wolf Woods, there was a road right next to the fence where the wolves were.

This one Wolf would see me running and come loping alongside with a grin, and if I stopped to rest he would stop and sit on his haunches until I started running again, then he would follow.

I felt bad for him pinned behind that fence, but there was nothing I could do. Hopefully me jogging past brightened his day.

It doesn't look good for Les Habs