Trajan Noctis is the sort of Cane Corso who is stitched out of patience, weight, and a stubborn fairness. Pups near the door marked K N L say Trajan Noctis once stayed up all night arguing with a rusted tag with half a name, and won. There is a corner of the glassbird roost where Trajan Noctis is unofficially assumed to be in charge of nothing in particular. Trajan Noctis thinks the right life is one good walk near the fountain steps in The Yard, repeated until it stops feeling ordinary.