Fox's Glade thank goodness

She continued to bask in the silence, the dead silence of winter. Adela never noticed how quiet winter was before. She didn't move her head until Smoke asked if she was looking for her parents. Was she really that young looking?

"No," she waited a beat, "I left them a while back," she finished. She remembered their encounter with the boy a couple of days back. Adela couldn't remember his name, but perhaps Smoke was reminded of it too. 

Maybe the reason why he asked was because he thought he and Adela had something in common. They were both here alone, weren't they?