There was a tame elk on the Blue mountains that came up to me and wouldn't leave me alone, chewed on my shirt, and drank all my water, it was a calf elk though not a full grown cow.
I don't remember who posted the story but some told of an elk hunt they were on in wolf territory. They said they did have a cow tag in the group but decided that the cow that hung out at their camp was off limits. Apparently the cow was scared of the wolves and found sanctuary hanging out in the elk camp.