I love hearing Lois Khan's telling of this Jean Craighead George story; I've never lost interest in it because she uses it as an example of a story that illustrates the nurturing instinct of the masculine.

In this story, wolves go hunting in winter, and one wolf is wounded and separated from the pack. Khan says:

There are bears and muskox and all the white owls and the fox and ravens — who attack Roko, the wounded wolf, as he’s trying to find shelter. They pick at him, and so on.
He finds a place where he can lie and get protected. And then, after the hunting, he hears each of the wolves announcing that they’re home. And when it’s his turn, the leader says “how is everybody?” — it’s his howl. And this little wolf is supposed to answer right after the leader, because he’s the youngest.
So the leader, Kiglo, hears all these crows cawing, and the roaring of the bear, so he figures out “uh oh, he’s either dead or wounded.” He brings food and meat to the wounded wolf – to Roko. In his mouth he carries meat, he drops it close to Roko’s head and wags his tail excitedly. Roko licks Kiglo’s chin to honor him. Then Kiglo puts his mouth around Roko’s nose; this gesture says “I am your leader.” And by mouthing Roko, he binds him and all the wolves together — see the bonding? It is the leader, the father who does the bonding and the nurturing. That’s an instinct in males. It’s not anima [[an image of the feminine]]. It’s masculine.