Suhel originated as a supporting character in
Worth Searching For, and I had no plans for her beyond needing someone to be Isengrim's second-in-command and to fulfill her role in the plot. However, as I continued to write about the cast, I couldn't stop wondering about Suhel's past. In my headcanon, Werelupes usually happen as a result of normal Lupes going "feral", and I wanted to explore another case of that and give Suhel a bit of a different past than Isengrim, but one that still explains her attitude toward the outside world, and why she so highly values being a member of Isengrim's pack.
What I didn't anticipate was that this story would lead to further developments later down the road, but I'll have more to say about that when the time comes.
When revising this story for posting on the blog, I took the opportunity to greatly expand upon just what it was about Lynwood that made Suhel hate it so much, and her evolving relationship with Lexora. Working under the constraints of 4,000 words for a Neopian Times short story, I couldn't go into many details then.
For the record, Suhel has a Glaswegian accent, because I can get oddly specific about my characters.

From the moment Suhel Caradoc laid eyes on the Lynwood
School for Girls, she knew she did not belong there.
The little Christmas-coloured Lupe poked out her snout from
the window of her carriage, eyeing the grounds with distaste. The low-cut lawns stood behind signs saying “KEEP OFF THE GRASS”. The stately trees had
been expertly trimmed to remove all low-hanging branches that might facilitate
climbing. The school building itself was the most boring grey monolith Suhel
had ever seen, as if not a single Neopoint of the construction budget had gone
into trying to make it interesting or beautiful. At least Suhel’s parents’
house contained the expensive things they had bought to show off, but Lynwood
seemed to scream dullness—or rather, to whisper it politely.
Suhel’s dark green ears drooped. Barring holidays, this was
to be her home for the next seven years of her education, and she felt a pit of
dread well up in her stomach.