That is actually leads into one of my favorite Norse stories, thank you!
Tyr the One Handed God and the God Eating Wolf
Long long ago, in the land if the Norse Gods, Loki gave birth to three children: a snake who is not important as it was cast into the sea, only to return at Ragnerok, the Norse Apocalypse; a horse named Slipnir that Odin called dibs on and used as his mount; and Fenrir the super giant scary wolf. Fenrir was especially scary, as it was foretold that he would slay Odin during Ragnerok, which is no bueno, so the gods threw the poor pup into a cave and trapped him there. Now they were not entirely cruel, as he was Loki’s son (Loki got pregnant by turning into a mare to distract a stallion so the gods didn’t have to pay an architect… Norse legends get pretty wierd to say the least) so he was given food but there was of course the problem of Fenrir being a giant wolf that will kill Odin so everyone is afraid if him. Except one God, named Tyr.
Tyr, to put it simply, was super badass. He was a forge God, crafting the arms and armor for his divine brethren, so he was used to danger, thus he was the one to feed the wolf o’ killing. The two started up a sort of friendship, as best one can between captor and prisoner, sharing banter and witty quips (of course Fenrir can talk, why wouldn’t he be able to?) until one day the gods decided Fenrir had to be bound, as he had grown too large.
First they made a sort of muzzle/collar/chain combo thing out of the strongest stuff they had, and told Fenrir “Hey Fenrir! Everyone knows you are strong, but can you break out of THIS?” Fenrir looked at the contraption and quickly replied “That thing? Easy.” So the gods put it on ol Wolfy and just as he said, quickly and easily shattered the thing. The gods had to think up a plan B. And they did!
Plan B was the same as plan A but with MORE good stuff! This time, when they told Fenrir the same as before, Fenrir was a bit more hesitant but was still confident he could break it, and he did. Now the gods were worried because oh shit this thing can’t be stopped! That is when some traveling dwarves came by and said they had a solution, and handed Odin a thin ribbon of what looked to be cloth.
Odin asked what the fuck this was supposed to be, and the dwarves responded they were confident that it was impossible to break, as it was made of 4 impossible things: the sound of a cat’s footfalls; the beard of a women, the root of a mountain, and the top of the sky. No one coukd break this, or your money back. Odin pointed out he hadn’t and wasn’t going to pay them (Odin was kinda a dick) and the dwarves shrugged and walked off. Seeing as he had nothing to lose, he gathered some gods, including Tyr, to try it out.
When the gods returned with a ribbon and dared Fenrir to break out of THIS one, Fenrir flat out refused. He had noticed a pattern, and said he would do it under 2 conditions: if he couldn’t break it they would take it off, since this was just a test of strength, right? And the second condition was one if the gods had to out thier hand in his mouth so if this was a trick he coukd at least take something with him as a consultation prize. Of course, the gods knew full well this was a trick and didn’t want to lose thier hand, so no one volunteered but just as Fenrir was about to send them off, Tyr, Fenrir’s bro, said he would do it. So he stuck his hand into the giant wolf destined to kill his father, and made eye contact with his wolf-bro as the ribbon was put around Fenrir’s neck. Wasting no time, roughly 3 nanoseconds after the ribbon was in place the gods start celebrating thier shackling of the evil beast, apparently forgetting that thier Smith had his hand in afore mentioned beasts mouth. Regardless to say, Fenrir bit down and took Tyr’s hand. I like to think a silent conversation of “I’m sorry bro” " it’s ok bro" passed between the two but it doesn’t say.
To wrap things up, Tyr got a new bitchin hand from some dwarves, and continued to forge shit for the gods, and indeed Fenrir did kill Odin at Ragnerok (Loki freed him because Loki is a dick)
So what can we learn about Norse culture? For one thing, wolves are scary! And they were, the wolves we see today are pretty big, but nothing compared to the dire wolves our ancestors had to deal with. Also, there is the concept of fate and destiny that rings true through a lot of Norse stories, with the moral being that bad shit will happen, but it is always best to face it with bravery. But mainly this one is about being scared of wolves because hooooooly shit they scary.