Hermes keeps to no faction and works The Yard as a Dalmation who is quick footed even when standing still. On rainy days Hermes drags a humming traffic light fragment out and explains it to a different pup each time. Even the glassbirds quiet for a moment when Hermes walks under the leaning tree. Hermes is mostly trying to keep one small fire alive in a world that keeps mistaking warmth for noise.