Tensho is the sort of Corgi who is all chest, gossip, and forgiving eyes. On slow afternoons Tensho polishes machine chains until they look new and definitely cursed and lets the breeze make most of the decisions. Bakers slip Tensho the fresher biscuits near the fountain steps in The Yard and pretend they did not. Tensho believes ordinary days are where big mysteries hide, usually under a bowl or behind a door nobody checked.