Becoming chameleon
Become chameleon, says the Old one ( who in reality is a pack of many). Survive through adaptation. Blend with the forest. So your mother thinks you have been kidnapped by guards at her door, that she is 7 months pregnant, that she attacked her caretaker from her bed with a cane accusing her of sleeping her with your dad, that she thinks you will arrive by a helicopter she paid for. There is humor in that in some way. You don't have to carry her sorrow anymore or carry the guy who carries that. And this feral cat you have been taking care of for 12 years or so that the doctor says could be a vestibular infection as you watch Ms Grey shake her head spasmodically, tumble and fall, that you bring her food, that you bring indoors to hear her at times wail at full lungs in distress. She lived to maximize her full feline wild thanks to your pack with the Jaguar clans. Turn into dissolution, fragmentation, scattered flows, go with the undulating black