Canton was born in the wild mid 1800's time period in New Mexico to a coyote mother. Ever since he was little, he was always a fist full of dynamite; always picking fights and stirring up a muck within his siblings despite his smaller, scrawny size, which was one of his defining traits. His nose for trouble and adventure quickly drove him away from his family, and he ran off on his own, seeking out the excitement of the tempting human establishments. It was there, at the young age of one, he began making a name for himself through skillful stealing. He was quick to catch the attention of a local pack of dogs, a wily gang, that was known very well in the area both by canines and by humans for their constant farm raids in which they would make off with a good amount of a farmer's animals for meals. The pack's leader (whom I still have to come up with a name for XD) took Canton under his wing, and in no time, the young coydog was running with them on their raids. While tangling with a human was not encouraged or even thought of, there was always a guard dog to take care of on said raids. Things would go smoothly, and after each successful run, Canton found a new sense of thrill in it. One day, however, things went bad. One dog who was assigned to take out the farm's guard dog, underestimated his opponent, and wound up pinned beneath the large hound. Canton immediately went to help his friend, but soon, the farmer made an appearance, armed with a shot gun, and ready to finish off the struggling dog that was still pinned by the hound. Canton quickly made a leap and tackled the human, receiving a shot gun blast that skimmed the rim of his ear in the process. After some struggling, he'd managed to kill the man, much to the astonishment of his gang members. It was then when he fully experienced the thrill of the kill and the exhilaration of life outside the law. The man's brown bowler hat had been toppled aside, and Canton took a fancy to it. He lopped it right onto his head, a sort of memento, and retreated back to his pack. Since then, he became that crazy gang member who could be asked to do the wildest thing, and do it fully. He enjoyed killing. Soon, news of the notorious dog gang reached human ears, and hunters launched a culling effort, using dogs and guns to track them down. The pack of human owned dogs was the first to find them, and the whole gang was exterminated. Canton, who was injured, lay still, pretending to be a casualty, which allowed him to escape. Since then, Canton became hell bound on avenging his friends, and moved on, making a bigger name for himself as an outlaw. A few dogs who'd heard of him insisted to tag along, and so Canton grew his own little gang of hooligans, leaving a trail of mayhem wherever they trod, even growing a notoriety level and a bounty on his head. Before long, his gang was slowly killed off one by one, but Canton always managed to escape. Now, he hangs around a crow named Charlie, who is his only remaining friend. The duo is constantly on the move, stealing what they please, and fighting to keep their freedom, and their lives. To this day he continues seeking out those who slaughtered his friends, feeling his sole purpose in life at the moment to be revenge, to take an eye for an eye.