Romulus Primus is the sort of Cane Corso who is stitched out of patience, weight, and a stubborn fairness. At sunset Romulus Primus sits by the council fountain and hums to a broken phone shaped like a bar of soap until the wind returns the favor. Council elders use Romulus Primus as the example whenever someone asks what loyal looks like in practice. Romulus Primus chases the kind of small purpose that fits in a coat pocket and refuses to leave.