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Most everyone I imagine, has heard myths, fairytales, legends or stories about wolves. The poor canine, is usually portrayed as the evil one, when really he is the victim. There are many different stories, myths and so on. Some of these that are most popular include:
Little Red Ridding Hood
Three Little Pigs
The Boy who Cried Wolf
And the most feared, tales of the WereWolf.
*~Below are a few other myths and the such for anyone who's interested. Please remember, the Wolf, is the victim.~* 
~The Shepherd Boy and the Wolf~
A shepherd boy was watching his flock near the village and was bored. He thought it would be great fun to pretend that a wolf was attacking the sheep, so he cried out "Wolf! Wolf!" and the villagers came running. He laughed and laughed when they discovered there was no wolf. He played the trick again. And then again. Each time the villagers came, only to be fooled. Then one day a wolf did come and the boy cried out "Wolf! Wolf!" but no one answered his call. They thought he was playing the same game again. 
~The Wolf and the Crane~
One day a wolf got a bone stuck in his throat. He was unable to dislodge it and so he went around asking for someone to pull it out. Finally a crane offered to help. He stuck his long bill down the wolf's throat and extracted the bone. when the crane asked for reward, the wolf said, "You are lucky I didn't bite your head off. That's all the reward you get."
~The Wolf and the Shepherds~
One evening a wolf passed near a sheepfold and smelled mutton cooking. He drew close and peered through the bushes. A lamb was roasting over the fire and the shepherds were discussing the good quality of the meat. If it was me that had done this, thought the wolf, they would be after me with sticks and stones and curses. 
~The Moon and the Wolves~
Long ago, an old wolf
came to that time
when his life on earth
could last no longer.
"My people," he said,
"you can follow in my footsteps
when the time comes for you
to join me in the skyland."
Then he left the earth,
climbing higher and higher,
and each place he stepped
the sky filled with stars.
Skunk man-i-tu tan-ka,
we call the wolves,
the powerful spirits
who look like dogs.
When they climb the hills
to lift their heads and sing
toward that road of stars,
their songs grow stronger
as they join their voices.
So, in this moon, we climb the hills
lift our eyes toward the Wolf Trail
and remember that our lives
and songs are stronger
when we are together.
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