Dec 19 2017, 07:59 PM
Inside a rounded orange carnelian chrysalis was a coyote pup ready to emerge. Or… so she thought. Her yellow-brown eyes opened and her lungs wanted air for the first time. The problem was that no amount of pushing was opening this chrysalis. Her back was curled against the shape of the carnelian, her paws outstretched against the sides. She pushed and pushed, and instinctively took a breath of air to help in her endeavors — but there was no air in here. Amniotic fluid filled the chrysalis, and even if there hadn’t been fluid, she was encased inside of an airtight stone. She saw nothing in the darkness of the cocoon, and fear fueled her more than anything. She struggled against the stone, wanting desperately to survive, before she passed out and suffocated to death inside of the very thing that had given her life.