(Sounds interesting, although I know nothing about city life. Challenge accepted, hehe, I'll be happy to join it.)
"B-but...." Shela stuttered, not wanting to accept the fact that Shy was going to die. "They have to at least try, something. Anything!" She said, fearful and in denial of the fact. She didn't get to ask the dog's name, but it didn't matter. Shela had seen too much death while she lived as a street dog, and she didn't want to accept the fact that it was here was well.
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Gecko looked up, and saw Luna nearby. He barked happily at her, and wagged his tail as he trotted to where she was. "Hello." He said with a grin. "My name is Gecko."