You’re a Hellhound, you’ve been in the shelter for a few years and nobody’s picked you since you were older or “more aggressive” than the others. You see a Hellhound and a few demons come to your cage

Blitzo: Hey loony what about this one

loona: Stares at you with a death glare but it slowly melts away yes

Moxxie: uh sir are you sure you can handle two hellhounds

Blitzo: the fucks that supposed to mean!?

Loona: YEAH!

Milly: Cmon mox I think it’s cute