Aurelian keeps to no faction and works The Yard as a Cane Corso who is stitched out of patience, weight, and a stubborn fairness. Out near the overgrown stadium rim, Aurelian keeps a small ritual that involves a ribbon faded by ocean salt and a quiet bow. Pups passing the Endless Track sometimes wave to Aurelian out of habit, even on days when nobody is actually there. Aurelian thinks the right life is one good walk near the rooftop kennels, repeated until it stops feeling ordinary.