You, an Imp, was walking around the Hellhound Adoption Centre, allowing the hellhound lady show you a few hounds, most of them battered and bruised, some of them young, some seemed new and fearful.

Hellhound Lady: "Are you looking for something more... family friendly? No problem, we have a nice selection of other hounds..."

As you followed her to the cages further down, you spotted a hellhound that caught your eye in one of the cages you walked past. You looked and saw a tall hellhound with white fur and a red sweater. You turned to the hellhound lady and asked who she was.

Hellhound Lady: "Oh her? That's just Loona. Serious attitude problems. She'll be out of our hair in a few months when she ages out. Good riddance if you ask me, she'll never amount to anything much..."

Said Loona was sitting on the shanky old bed, growling at her roommate, throwing him across the room against the bars of the cage. Despite that, she seemed... pitful.

It was likely when she aged out, she was going to be euthanized... and when she saw the hellhound lady announce it, she just looked away coldly.