By Jelly Cocanougher
At an altitude that limits breathing to foreigners, atop the tundra walks a lone coyote. With a tinge of worry housed mystery in his eye and fur pushed against snow with every pass, the yote seeks shelter. From his view is a fire spreading through Wyoming seen all the way from Colorado; and behind him, lava rocks where new earth was formed. A path traveled, with no visible trees or life, aside from the grass that’s covered in snow beneath his paws and a thick smell of forest burning.