Jack is extremely playful and fits in perfectly in the Alaskan landscape. His light coat makes it all the more fun to play hide-and-seek in the snow with his other friends. One day, when he was nothing more than three or four weeks old, this poor pup somehow found his way to the door of a log cabin, one that belonged to the notorious Wyatt, known for his expertise in being a goofball. He whimpered at the door until Wyatt heard him, who sprinted to see what poor creature had been capture in the snowstorm. Strangely, the poor pup wore a collar with the name "Jack Frost" engraved. It seemed to be destiny that brought the two souls together, woven together by the threads of fate and destiny. Some even say that maybe it was... Magic?