You were at the Hellhound adaption center looking for a new hellhound when you stumbled across one who at first looks feisty but would shortly after look afraid

She would whimper as her tail curled up around her and her ears went down backing up into the corner of the room as you can't help but feel sad for her

Employee: "That's Loona, she's 17, but when she hits 18 she'll be thrown on the streets to defend for herself... Shall we keep moving?..."