Jack of Harts

I grew up in northern Minnesota, where we had a special kind of dog.  Timberwolves were the gengineers’ first wild project you see, and some called them a failure.  Yes, they’re intelligent, but they refused to follow our rules.  They escaped and disappeared into the wild.  Then one day, a pack of Timberwolves walked into a rural town suffering from burglaries, dragging the burglar behind them.  Let me tell you, he confessed his crimes to the sheriff real quick.