He was sitting under a tree, it was night and he was hugging his legs as he sat there, his tail curled close.

It was a little cold and the only thing that could be heard apart from the cold breeze of air passing through there was his breathing and some cars passing by on the road, the houses around in silence and with lights off. He heard a small rustle of a leaf behind him, making him look back into the hollow of the tree, noticing someone else.