None of us sheep, except the very oldest of us, have ever known a wolf.
We’re not sure he exists.
So we will start to be careless.
Wander into wolf territory. Then be shocked when one or two of our number don’t return.
But still not fear the wolf.
But... the wolf will eventually trace the strays back to the herd.
There we are today. The wolf waits in the low grass just out of smell range of the herd. Waiting for dusk.
... licking his lips as we mock our sheepdog.