Can you feel eyes on you?

Nico was tired of all the snow, mounds upon mounds of it.  Some of his closest friends all loved this weather but the coyote was ready for someplace a bit dryer.  He had found himself roaming the soulless forest and it really was a treasure trove for the little coyote.  There was no shortage of food here and plenty of exploring to do.  Snow still made it on the ground but far less here than in many places.  The thick leafage above him did a fine job of keeping the snow to be much thinner below.  Bits of leaves and twigs could be seen poking through the thin forest floor of snow.  He had done most of his exploring during the day and as night was starting to creep in the dark coyote had planned to find a warm spot to rest.
 
A sound of something large came to his ears and Nico quit pondering on where to sleep.  Nico made his way to the lowest recesses of the forest floor and under some roots.  A low-lying fog, the roots and shadows dancing about the forest made him a hard sight to spot.  Squatting down he waited, watching and beamed as he spotted who he’d found on his little temporary home.

"Nico"