Head southwest from Kristianstad, along the older, deprecated stretch of the E22 highway—better to go by bike, really—and you’ll notice that the neat fields and farmland begin to give way to thick, silent patches of forest.
This is pretty much the point where the Lakelands give way to the Heartlands: a liminal space. The inhabitants of Tollarp might not care much for that term, or even know what it means; life is simple in a town like this, and that’s the way the residents like it. But nonetheless they know the liminal when they see it, even if they don’t know the label—and if you mention that you’re in town to run with the wolves, they’ll identify you (quite rightly) as a searcher after liminality.
So forgive them their eye-rolling; you are as strange a creature to them as they are to you, after all. Spend some money in the local lanthandel or hostelries before making your way out into the wilderness; it might be enough to convince them to leave their dogs in the kennel and their shotgun in the cabinet overnight.