Distinctively Visual Descriptive Writing

The trees coated in cold powdered water, and the ground was submerged in it. At least 2 feet deep, I could not give you the width if I had wanted to. This expansive terrain ran in all directions, and frozen white powdered water would lay like an infection for months to follow. I had a thick coat. It was safe to say that I was perfectly secure until weather conditions furthered. Luckily, the weather had been at a still for the last day or two. The sun beamed down upon the land with relevancy. I stopped in my tracks behind brush; a clearing a couple of feet before me. Something to steer clear of as travelers roam as they see fit. They had been here. Their prints were visible. An arrow had torn through the trunk of a single tree across from me, on the far side of the clearing. The prints, they change, from progressive to dragging. The prints. They clash. Two sets of them and they run into one another. One from my side of
How had she known that someone would enter that clearing from such a large distance away? Then I saw that arrow in the tree once more, this time approaching it, then looked across the clearing. It was simple! She had not known that someone would be there, because they drew first. They saw her first! Yet she had the upper-hand, brilliant! I then understood the events of her duel with the man bare in the white powdery water.

She was possibly camped nearby the tree where she had stopped for the night. The slashes, she had left them because this was a completely new area for her, as she probably is often on the move. I dashed back toward her direction as the events filled empty spaces in the board of a puzzle. She did not know he was there, because he struck first. Or tried to. It was difficult to not find that comedic. I could not wait to learn more. She must have left something valuable where she had stopped. Otherwise there would be no reason to