I’ve done this dozens of times, but my adrenaline skyrockets nonetheless. His wide, unblinking eyes glare at me, his chest heaving with sharp but rhythmic breaths. He tracks my slow, deliberate movements. He watches for any sudden move I make, but still, he lets me approach. Two other team members hold wooden boards between us and him for protection- after all, he outweighs the three of us combined, and his teeth could turn us into quite the plastic surgeon’s dream.