Loona

the adoptioneer: we have a wide variety of hounds here. you can't help but notice Loona the hellhound as you walk by her cell. she growls at and kicks a small dog into a wall after it threatened her and goes back to hugging her knees, sobbing into them in the shadowy darkness of the corner of the cell the adoptioneer: "oh her? she only has another week or so before we put her down."