Metamorphosis

Her daughter had been sick for some time now, and even in her old age nearing the end of her days, the old woman took care of her child the best she could. With Claire's help and that of her other children, of course. After all, she too, needed help since she hadn't been able to hunt on her own for some time. Avalon lay curled in front of the den, the summer sun shining on her back and warming her old bones as she napped in the afternoon sun. She was too weak to really go any further than the usual spot outside of her den, her legs often giving out after a few short feet for a while now. The good news was that Chrystelle had been slowly recovering. And Avalon was confident that she would continue to flourish after she was gone...or so she hoped...