Titus is the sort of Cane Corso who is the kind of pup small terriers walk around without admitting why. Most evenings Titus translates glassbird songs by guessing wildly and confidently until the lanterns are out and the soup stalls close. Bakers slip Titus the fresher biscuits near the flooded market halls and pretend they did not. Titus would rather chase a small mystery to the end than win a big argument.