¿ jarrod ? - Trouble 8

I was born one of two boys in the desert of Arizona. One day my mother and father were attacked and killed by a rampant pack of javelina. My brother and I were left unscathed, only to burn in the desert sun and become vulture meat. Although this was what should have happened, God had another plan in mind for us. A mother coyote with a litter of puppies found us crying, and for some reason accepted us as her new pups. For a long while we roamed the wastelands with our K-9 family, until one day a great woman found us and took pity upon us. She opened her doors and heart to the both of us and raised us as her own. Adjusting to humanity came with much difficulty, to this day I carry with me some of my animal behaviors, but with time the both of us learned to deal with society... barely. Somewhere around the age of 3 my new human family whisked my brother and I away from the desert to the coast of the northeast... New England. Currently I still reside in New England where I am training in the art of piracy.update: I no longer am on the East Coast, the trade winds took me out west... I'm on recon detail... if I told you anymore, I'd have to kill you.