Sura is about 2 1/2 months old and always in lupine/wolf form.
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Sura liked to fill her spare time with mischievous adventures, like battling the leaf-monsters in various abandoned houses, or testing the squeakiness of various house doors around Jordhiem. Sighting the last door that she hadn't "surveyed" yet, she pushed it open with her nose, and noted that it didn't squeak. This house in particular was one that had been empty for quite some time, so she felt surprised by some rustling sounds within. Sura padded forwards tenatively, doing her best to stalk the surely dust-monster-rampage silently until she could get a good view of it. But what she saw wasn't a dust-monster-rampage, or even a dust monster at all. But it was furry and large. Thinking she'd seen a particular naked male body part, she turned around and romped out of that house as fast as she could, frightened, bewildered, and exhilerated all at the same time. She skidded along the pathway out of the house, only slowing to zig-zag a leap-frog pattern in order to squash some ants. Several dirt-pounces and ghost-hops later, Sura felt sure she smelled meat. With her mouth watering, she broke into a run once more and hid in some large bushes in order to observe a very large chunk of furred meat being dragged to a stop. A string of drool had made its way from her lower lip to her right paw now. It looked and smelled delicious, and with Sura's lack of self control and manners, she couldn't help but imagine how juicy and fresh it would taste in her mouth. There was nothing she loved more in this world than raw, dripping red meats, with the exception of living itself. When Sura felt that the strange man was distracted with another strange man who seemed oddly similar to the one she'd seen minutes earlier, she crept forwards, once again practicing her stalking skills. "Won cweep... too cweep... tree cweep..." (hover for translation) , she audibly whispered the words in accordance with her steps. Her expression was cemented in the most noble determination eyebrow-furrowing. When she felt she was close enough, she lunged for a tender portion of the deer, hoping to chomp off a mouthful and run back into the bushes with it. In actuality, her tiny milk teeth were hardly sharp enough to even cut through the skin, much less serrate off a sizable portion. She thought that she felt her teeth hit meet the doe's flesh, but when she tugged, it seemed that the whole deer moved in conjunction. She jumped a foot high in surprise and ran as fast as she could, frightened at the dead deer that had jumped up and tried to attack her! She hadn't paid much attention to exactly how or where she was running, so when she ran across Roland's tail, stumbled, and did a face plant, she could only assume that it was the suspiciously furry brown log's fault. Frustrated and having no other way to vent her anger, embarrassment, fright, and surprise, she attacked it, trying to launch herself at the tail and maul it into an even dead-er, surely log than it already was. Fortunately for Roland, Sura's tiny teeth and claws barely had the power and capacity to dig, much less maim or harm. " |
TL;DR: Thinks she sees Roland naked, tries to steal some of Oak's meat unsuccessfully, trips on Roland's tail, assumes said tail is a log, and tries to attack it.