Pup #539

Halley keeps to no faction and works The Yard as a Beagle who is made of patience, snacks, and an excellent sense of where the wind has been. Out near the drowned subway tunnels, Halley keeps a small ritual that involves a piece of stitched fabric tooth and a quiet bow. Even the glassbirds quiet for a moment when Halley walks under the leaning tree. Halley would rather chase a small mystery to the end than win a big argument.