I sit here in the glowing warmth, the fire pushes back the cold night and I pick bits of the forest from my hair. Tonight I took more effort to hide the flames from view, it was the way he watched me. Unsettling and uncomfortable. Piercing. I left bits of burning birch to to ward off the obvious gaze with distraction. First night I've been afraid out here. The fire offers comfort but only against animals.
The unwanted man is another matter entirely.