Aster, growing more and more tired and cold, had to fight to keep from drifting off in fear that she would be attacked in her most vulnerable moment. For a split second, she thought of a more comfortable area she had passed earlier in her trek. Even though she'd rather not move, the tight space she was currently in just made her want to sleep, and the sharp, needle like twigs of the foliage pressing into her back didn't help. She figured as long as she stuck to her route, she would be out of harms way. Rising from her sitting position and into a low crouch, she quietly backtracked, following the footprints she had left.