Pup #359

Canning Ironpaw is the sort of Bulldog who is the steady weight other pups lean against without asking. At sunset Canning Ironpaw sits by the drowned subway tunnels and hums to a ribbon faded by ocean salt until the wind returns the favor. Canning Ironpaw arrives where soup is served and somehow always after the line has shortened. Somewhere under the noise, Canning Ironpaw carries one promise made to the glassbird roost and means to keep it quietly.