Marcellus keeps to no faction and works The Yard as a Cane Corso who is stitched out of patience, weight, and a stubborn fairness. Friends learned long ago not to interrupt Marcellus near the leaning tree, especially with a chip of blue tile from beneath the flying den in hand. The Yard has a small unspoken rule about teasing Marcellus near the cracked freeway loop, mostly because nobody wants to lose. Marcellus would rather chase a small mystery to the end than win a big argument.