Life was hard when one dwelled within the territory of the Spades. Only the strong and the cunning survived and the rest, well, the rest didn't have it quite so good. Unfortunately for Jace his mother had it a little bit harder than most, struggling to get by, let alone with suddenly having an egg to tend to and soon a new mouth to feed. Really, it was understandable that he left his child behind when he relocated, out in the open where anyone could find it.

Thankfully, someone did find it, though he wasn't really the best of sorts, though very few were. He was one of the men at the lower end of the food chain, one of the 'soldiers' that took care of whatever the Hatter told them to do. They had a tendency for taking in strays to eventually bolster their numbers, raise them to be good little workers and all that. Never mind that he figured that he'd fit right in, being a Poochyena egg complete with fangs and, if trained right, a hankering for violence. Besides dark fur and dark type abilities seemed to go hand in hand with the type of place that he would grow up within.

Thus the man took the wiggling egg home, leaving the dumpster it had been dumped beside behind. Once back at their main housing area, the men wrapped the egg in blankets with a few others; times were hard for everyone it seemed. Thus the incubation period began, the eggs oblivious to what their new caretakers had in store for them.