When Sura lived at home before, her mother had made her promise to stick close, as if there were an invisible, intangible leash with a circumference of a number of meters according to the woman's current patience. On days when she was feeling excellent, she could go as far as she liked, as long as her howl was audible to anyone at home. On normal days, it was no farther than her mother's eyesight. On days when her mother was stressed, it was no further than a few steps. These stipulations were all well and good for any child's safety, but obviously, Sura hated them. When she had arrived to live with Hael, she had yearned for freedom, but had not received it. After her first outing, Hael made her promise to always remain inside of the pack's territory, and that she could not leave without an adult guardian.

Today, she found herself at the edges of the territory, having combed thoroughly through several sections already and identified the best places for rocks. She had already found one that she liked, mostly round and oblong, it was the size of a tennis ball, and fit perfectly in her mouth without straining her jaw too wide to tire it.

"Wocks wocks wocks war wy waworite wiend wecaus wey wont wever wompwain wor woss we wound we war wood wand ward wand wun wo warry wound win wy wouf..." (translation), she babbled along to a nondescript hum with no rythm or beat or obvious pattern, but carried to tone of one singing by the seat of their pants, as if improvising to a random string of numbers between one and one million. It was quite unfortunate that her song was that awful, and the birds and beasts of the area agreed by scattering off as far as their ears required to block out the tune.

Sura hadn't noticed that she had passed the pack borders and had now wandered onto neutral territory. She squinted her eyes as she bent over, rock-in-mouth, carefully examining each and every rock beneath her, as she had stumbled onto a rather peculiar bed of rocks. Perhaps at one time there was a small pond or creek here, but all traces were removed, leaving only sparse vegetation and many smoother pebbles and stones.

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As she continued singing, her highly-furred ears picked up some odd noises, but none the less, she continued carefully examining each rock, taking the time to turn them over, as if each time she did so gave a greater probability of discovering gold or a tasty morsel to eat. But when there was a voice, at last she turned. Her initial reaction was blank, but slowly, she cocked her head, in much the manner and pace of a possessed rag doll.

"Wou wots wites wuties won wour wace." (translation), she noted aloud, in a matter-of-fact turn, and then went back to her rock observing for a moment. But when the woman seemed to show no intention of leaving, Sura realized that the woman had spoken. "Wat I woin's wones? Wont wetting wite wooties won wy wace.", she replied, her mouth still muffled with a large mouth. Still nothing seemed to happen, so Sura gently deposited her rock at her feet, and made a wiping motion with her paw to her face. This time intently looking at the woman, she repeated the action, licking her paw, and making exaggerated grooming motions towards her face.

"You got breasteses.", she pointed towards the optime woman's chest. "Dey stickfins outs.", she made the motion again.

"Wat YOU doin all awones? You actin funnies wike you twin to bes scaries or sumfins. You not scares me, only manly men parts scares me cauz dey wobbles eberywheres. I don'ts wikes dat parts, I not even eats it as foods. Dis one time, mummy twied to makes me eats dem and I says 'Ew! No ways! I not eats dem! I nots wants storks to bwing me babies! I too youngs, I wants hab time for my pet wocks!' "

"Dis is Norbert, he is big wock, but he is a baby. I habs keeps him in my mouf all da time or he gets colds and not hatches. Oh, Norbert says when he hatches, he will fwy away. I don'ts cares much, if it wat he want to do, he shoulds does it. "

When Sura ceased talking, she said no more, her teeth firmly clamped, and an expressionless gaze firmly affixed on the woman. One blink, two blinks, Sura's gaze remained a stare.

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