The dogs had gone nuts. They knew the coyote was around. I had been lucky enough to just about catch a glimpse through the window before it disappeared into the trees. A little while later, Phil and I had gone on snowshoes up the mountain and just where I had seen the coyote we had found these tracks. The coyote had looked like it was limping and these tracks had confirmed this with the very subtle line in the snow visible amongst the prints.