Brick keeps to no faction and works The Yard as a Bulldog who is stitched out of stoicism and a hidden soft spot. On slow afternoons Brick polishes machine chains until they look new and definitely cursed and lets the breeze make most of the decisions. At the Endless Track, lookouts say Brick can sense weather changes before the clouds commit to one. Brick suspects the universe rewards pups who share their snacks and ask the awkward questions.