Yara is a Husky of no club, the unofficial keeper of every old dramatic story. Most evenings Yara dives the lower mall after rain season for tiles that still have color until the lanterns are out and the soup stalls close. Pups passing the satellite flowers field sometimes wave to Yara out of habit, even on days when nobody is actually there. The old soup stalls have heard most of Yara's theories and politely keep them to themselves.