The young calf had awoken from her stasis to find herself horribly cramped. The walls that surrounded her were no longer a safe comfortable space that hid her from the world and it cruelties, rather they had become a hindrance. Instinct told her that it was time to break free, to step out into the world with fire and gusto, to make it hers. With her body aligned vertically she kicked with her back legs in an effort to break free. Fissures appeared in the stone and she shifted to kick once more. However, it seemed that one kick had been enough stress on the chrysalis that when she shifted her weight it caused the stone to completely shatter. She spilled out into the muck of the cave floor, fluid pooling around her.

Disoriented, she shook her head and took a shallow first breath. The coldness of it startled her, causing her to sneeze, clearing her nasal cavity of the rest of the fluid and draw in deeper breath. The action soon fell into a normal rhythm and she found it wasn't as cold as she had first thought. Gathering her legs under her, she attempted to stand only to slip in the mud and fall backwards. Legs still flailing, she let out a cry of indignation. There were things to see and do, she would not be held back because her legs decided they didn't want to work.