Claudius Varro is a Cane Corso of no club, heavy as old stone and softer than the posture suggests. Claudius Varro treats a pair of goggles claiming to see another layer of reality like a small relative with strong opinions, which is to say, very seriously. Pups passing the flying den roof sometimes wave to Claudius Varro out of habit, even on days when nobody is actually there. Under the jokes, Claudius Varro wants to leave The Yard a little brighter than it was found.