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Sura spent some time in the garden with Colli here and there, but mostly she kept to herself, liking her status as the rambunctious horrible little girl who know one really knew existed. If Sura had known the circumstances of her birth - incest - she might have any inclination to participate in the pack at all. But as it was, when Colli packed up and left the garden after a howl, Sura took notice, setting down her pet rocks, and stalking the woman in the shadows, keeping Colli at a safe enough distance that she had to squint in order to make her out. As she drew close, the smell of roasting meat entered her nose, cluttered with the scents of many more that she didn't recognize. Frightened, she did her best to hide behind a tree, and at last, eased herself from a comfortable distance where she could watch - hopefully unnoticed. "Wasties weasties, dey wuins it." (Translation), she mumbled to herself in an inaudible whisper. From her hiding place, she could babble a running commentary on how meat was best uncooked, how herbs were too expensive and dainty for canids, and how sitting cross-legged supposedly made one bi-sexual. At least, those were the ramblings of the slaves that she had been surrounded by, and whole-heartedly believed, including the story about how clouds were really marshmallows. Her complaints surely made her sound like an elderly man on his last legs who hated everything. A far distance from the crowd and hidden in her bush, here, she felt safe. She really, truely, didn't want to get any closer or even join in. It was hard for her to explain why, but it seemed to be a mix of anxiety, distrust, abandonment, distaste for cooked meat, and general crankiness. She hoped no one would bother her, she hated it when adults did that. " |