You are in the Hellhound adoption center looking for a hellhound to suit whatever it is you want. as you pass by multiple cages, a young hellhound catches your eye. she is growling at a fellow hellhound who is threatening her with a nailed bat. after she growled the younger hellhound boy backed off. Loona tucked herself into a corner tucking her knees into her chest as she began to cry

"whos that?" you ask the saggyhellhound woman leading you around the place

Saggy Hellhound: "Oh her? Thats just Loona. What a nightmare, serious attitude problems. She'll be out of our hair next month when she ages out. Good riddance if you ask me, she'll never amount to anything much."