I don't really know why I love wolves, but then again I can name some reasons.
One, ever since I was a child I had an adoring affection towards dogs and puppies. How cute they looked and how much I wanted one so badly.
Two, my affection towards dog increased from liking wild dogs too. So eventually I loved the canine family.
Three, my love for wolves occured when I started learning more about wild dogs. Foxes were sly and cunning creatures and I liked them, but I would think that wolves are bold and strong creatures.
Their big structures, their fascinating pack life, their personality, everything about wolves were beautiful. Brave, strong, bold, mysterious.
But maybe another reason why I loved wolves are the true or fiction stories about them. There are many true stories about man-eating wolves and reading them made me realize how deadly wolves could be. How wolves can easily kill you. And that made me more fascinated in them.
But the story of Lobo the King of Currumpaw made me realize how human a wolf can actually be. That they will be crushed by the death of their loved ones and might deny that fact.

Wolves are just so different. They're almost human like. They usually in a pack, having to be ruled over by leaders and future leaders. They will do things to ensure the safety and protection of their packs.
They are bold, strong, mysterious, deadly, and they share human traits too.
Not to mention how popular wolves are.