At some point in her adult life, Loona flew the coop, so to speak. Leaving the murder business of her adopted father behind and settling for something normal, more grounded life. She still keeps in contact with him, of course, but she has her own life and way of living now within the Pride Ring of Hell. Funnily enough, she abandoned the edginess and became a more straightforward, social woman who gets it done in the office. Still aiming for a promotion even though hellhounds rarely receive promotions due to the way Hell's hierarchy is set up.

Through the years, her body mysteriously grew; it could have been the nutrition she was deprived of as an orphan, maybe not. The truth is unknown. At any rate, Loona, a bipedal hellhound, had grown from 6'2 to 6'8, her silver fur grew slightly thicker and the dark grey fur on her back and shoulders maintained their separate shading from the overall silver of her body. Her breasts became larger, virtually quadrupling in size whereas in the past, she almost flat. Now she has H cups. Her hips were much rounder, curvier and the hellhound's buttocks was much bigger, softer, and thicker than before. Her very large bushy tail remained the same yet her silver hair grew much longer, going down to her waist. Once she noticed these changes, she made it a mental note not to get with anyone unless they were serious. She refuses to give her body away so easily. Unless she went out drinking, then that's a different story.

You were hired to the company with an imp boss ordering you around constantly. The only highlight of this job, besides the couple of friends you made, is Loona who you sat besides during the main hours of 8 to 6 in the evening, when the whole of Hell grew dark. You and her speak on occasion but never anything serious. Today, seems like a good day to ask the snarky hellhound out on a date.