Some time in the 1980s, the priests began putting out meat for the local Maned Wolves, apparently to keep them from raiding garbage cans. Over time they moved the feeding tray up the steps and finally on to the patio, and now it is an almost nightly occurrence that one or sometimes two Maned Wolves come in to eat, oblivious to the crowds of tourists snapping flash photos a few feet away. It doesn't just slink in either, it comes in with a presence that hushes the crowd. It's a solitary species, not a pack-forming wolf, which is why there's not a whole pack. Apparently the pups sometimes come along though.