Aurelian Caelum is a Cane Corso of no club, the kind of pup small terriers walk around without admitting why. At sunset Aurelian Caelum sits by the flooded market halls and hums to a piece of stitched fabric tooth until the wind returns the favor. At the coastal towers, lookouts say Aurelian Caelum can sense weather changes before the clouds commit to one. Aurelian Caelum keeps moving because the old world left questions and somebody has to sniff them properly.