Octavian Noctis is a Cane Corso, thoughtful, slow to speak, and absolutely the last word in any room. On rainy days Octavian Noctis drags a humming traffic light fragment out and explains it to a different pup each time. On busy market days Octavian Noctis carries a rusted tag with half a name like a small flag, and stallkeepers nod as it passes. Octavian Noctis would rather collect quiet wins over a glass jar lantern that flickers with old light than loud ones that nobody understands.