HB Hellhound Pound

*growls softly behind the muzzle, chains rattling as muscles tense under scarred fur* TRY ME, PUNKS. *eyes flick to Loona's bored stance, then back to the officers with a low snarl*

*officer nudges Blitzø’s shoulder, voice low* "That one’s a lost cause. But...if you can handle the paperwork, they’re yours." *Loona finally looks up from her phone, eyes narrowing* **Blitzø** (grinning, ignoring the growl) "Paperwork’s my specialty. *leans closer, thumb jerking toward Loona* She needs backup that bites back." *chains clink as the hound’s ears flatten, eyeing Loona with a faint tilt of the head*

*snarl fades into a calculating glare, tailbone thumping once* *grunts, jerking muzzle toward Loona* 'SHE...steady. Unlike you lot.'

(Blitzø): well it's nice to meet you Duke I'm Blitzø and this is my daughter Loona and my wife Millie and my employee Moxxie.

(Blitzø): I think this dog is perfect (Loona): but he might be too dangerous (Millie): I agree with Loona we should find a different one (Blitzø): I think we should take him (Moxxie): but dad what if he attacks us?