Ivar Storm keeps to no faction and works The Yard as a Husky who is famous for singing at sleeping machines until they answer or pretend not to hear. At sunset Ivar Storm sits by the glassbird roost and hums to a map drawn on biscuit paper until the wind returns the favor. Pups passing the overgrown stadium rim sometimes wave to Ivar Storm out of habit, even on days when nobody is actually there. Pups who watch Ivar Storm too long sometimes get the feeling that Earth is not finished answering.