Bronson the art dog stands out in any setting, literally, head and shoulders above all other hounds in Alveridge. He can be seen on any given evening drinking with his biker boy buddies at any one of a number of bars and eateries in the Port. Always attired in the Howlers blood-red patch and sporting dark shades no matter what the time of day, he is a study in houndly aloofness and coolness personified.
Many would wish to make him Mayor, but he shows not only no interest at the very thought, but utter contempt for the whole political process.
“Hounds have been riding bikes, cruising the streets, and howling out loud for generations. We set our own time, sleep when we want, eat what we like, drink till we drop and there will never be any law against hounds doing such things in Alveridge now or never! So I say no politician, cat or otherwise, will ever change what was never meant to be changed. You see, we hounds are governed by a higher law the Law of the Wild!” he beams a full tooth smile, “You could call me the Mayor of the Wild!”