Hecuba went up to the front door and pushed herself against it, almost as tall as the girl when she was on her hind legs. She made a very small sound, a half-bark, to keep them stealthy. Then she moved her paw to the handle, scrabbling against it a little.
She could smell Luna in there, smell the real her. She could smell blood and fear and human waste as well. And another smell. The smell of whoever the man was keeping Luna captive.