Years ago, I went to the pound to look at what was available. It was the usual mix of dogs, all up against the cage door, dancing and yelping snd wanting attention. One pen had a sign...” Not for Adoption” ...and a 7/8ths or better wolf hybrid. It was laying at the back of the pen, eyes locked on mine, just daring anyone to open the door so it could bolt.
I had a friend in Cali who had a rescue license for wolves.
They lived in her back yard and dug themselves a den.
Her children stayed with the wolves in the den and played and the wolves stood watch and dared anyone to mess with them.
She knew about wolves.
/and no, none of her kids were named Mowgli