So one bright May morning, I drove with a dear friend and fellow wolf lover, Patti, to the depths of beautiful Berkshire – to go walking with wolves. Or I should say, with one extraordinary wolf in particular …
Basking in the sun in his grassy enclosure, Nuka, the dominant male of the Beenham pack, happened to be celebrating his second birthday. As he blinked and yawned at us, it looked as if a spring stroll was the very last thing on his mind.
But when senior handler Pat Melton arrived he jumped up, pushed past his sisters and leapt about, licking Pat in excitement. Nuka, we discovered, loves to be the centre of attention.
Stunningly handsome, with a thick coat of dark brown, beige, grey and white, Nuka was actually the one who took us for a walk. Tethered safely to his handlers, he set the pace through a meadow full of cowslips and led us down to a stream. Then he promptly set about trying to burrow his way into a molehill.