The child waxed, its soul burning with curiosity and independence. Growing and evolving into a completely different Beast than its ancestor.
Slowly and steadily shedding its ancestor's form, alike a Dragon growing up. Expelling parts of the old Beast but embracing others.

The Dragon changed, but never stopped listening. It kept in touch with its nature and those who would gaze upon its growing form.

Not everyone could follow on the path taken, as the old bed of withered roots was left behind for a new world.

from the Chronicles of the Pale Moon, 27:1