The race is on for you to reach the egg before any of the other sperm cells that came from you not too long ago. Functioning completely on autopilot and desperation, you work your way through the series of canals and tubes to reach your target. In one desperate push, you burrow your way into the egg, fertilizing it and securing your place among the new litter of coyotes.
From that point on, you are content to simply relax, to simply be. Memories of your past life become as but a strange, forgotten dream in your developing mind. You spend your days resting, growing in the warmth of your mother's womb. As you grow, your body once again takes on the coyote shape you had before, with one key exception: while a sperm you, apparently, carried the X-chromosome, making you, as you are now, a developing female coyote. This, however, does not bother you in the slightest for, as far as you can tell, this is the way you were meant to be.
When the time finally comes, you feel your mother's womb squeezing down on you and your siblings, forcing you all closer together before, one at a time, bringing you out and into the world. Following several of your brothers and sisters, you feel yourself pressed and squeezed through your mother's passages and, with a plop, land in the soft bed that was made by the zookeepers for your mother. You can feel her tongue licking all over you, cleaning you off before nudging you toward her waiting teats. Hungry from the ordeal you had just gone through, you latch on and savor your mother's milk.
With your mother, you, in time, begin growing up as just another girl in the coyote sanctuary. Then, one day...