It was a comfortable-enough night, and the next day she awoke to the beauty of the winter morn.  Rolling off of her companion onto the delightfully warm and fluffy snow, she sits up, stretches, and glances about at the winter wonderland...<br/><br/>...were those tracks?  Large, padded ones?  Snow was good for something useful besides comfortable rape-sex at least...<br/><br/>"Wake up..." she says, sternly as she forces the woman awake by shaking her "We had a visitor last night.  Mr. Fluffles, come here!  We need to follow it; it's the only other non-goblinoid thing we've seen down here; something tells me it might lead us to a way out of here, or through, whichever."