Fox's Glade thank goodness

A few days had passed, and Adela trudged on in the bitter cold. It had gotten colder these past couple of days. She wished there was some form of protection from the near-biting temperatures. However, the glade was swept bare of all its foliage, leaving her exposed and freezing.

She was almost tempted to lay down, but something told her not to. Her instincts, which she has always made a point to listen to those, warned her that she was bound to perish if she settled to rest. She noticed her energy had waned since the temperature began to plummet, and food was hard to come by.

Her mind wandered back to the stranger she encountered, how he seemed to follow her wherever she went. Granted, it was only twice she'd encountered him, purely coincidental, right? 

She hoped so, something about him worried her. Adela didn't want to see him again.