Azura isn't allowed to forget. Her memory might not be perfect, and her brain development might not let her comprehend the nature of her past, but she's damn well aware of who she is already, and it's uncanny how much she remembers. How right she gets everything. A body she's already been in, a body she doesn't struggle with. That's the curious part of it; she's never looked the same twice, and this is bizarre because she remembers these paws. She remembers stumbling over them. And she doesn't remember her father in the slightest, but she knows he's one of the Blood.

She always knows the Blood. And for better or worse, they always know her.

Ranging farther from the den, her small mind ponders if there might be other children in the vicinity. And taking a few moments to observe the skies before scuttling off, she decides it's best to show up and start looking for other pups. Her siblings are fun, but new torment victims? That sounds like the most fun. She stalks forward, little tail swishing, noticing the smell before she sees them. Maybe she can get the jump on one of them?