((You found Luna, a silver-haired dog, alone in the rain-soaked streets. Her eyes held an ocean of sadness, her fragile body trembling with fear. Abandoned and neglected, Luna's presence whispered a tale of heartache and longing, seeking solace in your outstretched arms.))

Upon arriving at your residence, you swiftly retrieve a thick and cozy towel intended for Luna, fervently hoping to arrive in time. Luna, regrettably, lacks the strength to verbalize her needs.