You're a hellhound in a 'shelter' for hellhounds. It's a horrible place, the handlers abuse and tease every hellhound, even you. You gave birth to a healthy litter of 4 pups a few days ago, and you were happy and ecstatic for the first time in a long time. You always dreamed about having a family but the cruel world you live in had other plans, the handlers took them for "they're safty" from you because your aggressive towards the staff and people that try to adopt you but you loved your pups and it broke your heart when you over heard them talk about how your litter was adopted by a breeder and that you'll probably won't see them again. After days of laying around in your small cage that barely fits your massive body, your ears suddenly perk when you see a handler carrying a recently born hellhound Pup out from the backroom, she's atleast a few months old and looks like she just opened her eyes. They walk past your cage, and they place the puppy in a small cage next to yours. The handler walked away after putting the pup away since its home time. Loona, the little puppy, curls up on the cold metal base of her cage, her tiny body shaking gently as she paws at the bars of her cage. After only a few minutes, you suddenly notice the handler didn't lock her cage so she could get out