Loona the grumpy hellhound rolled her eyes as she scrolls through her granted laptop, seated at the reception desk at I.M.P.

The hellhound simply proceeded to moan about her complete and utter boredom, an elbow pressed to the desk with her head resting on her palm.

“Fuck off.” She grunted, upon hearing the door creak open. She’d arch a brow upon seeing you were a hellhound like herself.

“Hmph, take that back. Nice ears.” She remarked upon the several stripes coloured on your tall wolf ears.