Among the unaffiliated, Probus Caelum stands out as a Cane Corso who is stitched out of patience, weight, and a stubborn fairness. Most evenings Probus Caelum sets up small ambushes for the wind and reports the wind escaped until the lanterns are out and the soup stalls close. Pups passing the glassbird roost sometimes wave to Probus Caelum out of habit, even on days when nobody is actually there. Whatever else changes, Probus Caelum means to be one of the names answered for when the corridor lights flicker over the fountain steps in The Yard.