Jacob's background was a combination of many homes, places, and families. He had once seemed to have an overwhelming amount of family but now there was only Jersey and his baboo, who he didn't even see on a regular basis. Who he couldn't see on a regular basis. A part of Jacob wondered if it was all his fault. All the moving, all the uncertainty, all the families and the danger that'd come to them. The core factor was him and he wondered if this new home, if this new family would be cursed to the same fate. It almost made it worse that no one really knew who he was or what his family had done. The people here didn't know any better to accept them. But maybe that was what made him safe. No one could tell anyone where he was or who he was and, at least for now, they only knew him to be Jacob. No last names, no titles; nothing that would connect him with those who would seek him. He'd sent out a letter just a few days ago (written in Italian, of course, as was their way) to his baboo and described where he was and what he was doing. Perhaps it was a liability but they'd always sent letters to each other. Vito never wanted to be unaware of where Jacob was or if he was in any danger. He still didn't know about the fire because Jacob hadn't worked up the courage to tell him how badly he'd gotten hurt, to tell him of the bandages that were now wrapped around his body every single day for fear of what others might think of his scars.

These troubling thoughts plagued the young wolf dog and he needed to clear his mind. He needed to do something productive. Then it came to him. He loved knitting. That was why he had so many sweaters and blankets and shawls. He'd learned how to knit various patterns from his Ma and Pa and his sister. Well, someone he had once considered a sister, anyway. This was a fairly cold place and not every animal here seemed properly equip to handle it so he set to work. He made all sorts of things from hats to scarves to blankets. He was going to make some sweaters but then realized to do such a thing would require more specific measurements and he supposed if anyone would want some, he could always just say he'd be happy to make them. Once he finished, the boy dragged all his creations out for everyone to see and called, "If anyone wants a blanket or scarf, I made a few!"