Bellalora
The snow colored elkrin had managed to push herself to the back of the cave. Her bells jingled softly as she moved and curled into a ball watching as the wolf left. Her only problem now was the liger; but the kind female seemed patient enough to wait for the direwolf to bring back what ever food he could find, if he could find any. Bellalora lowered her head. Her antlers, which were odd for a female of her species, still sat atop her head and moved slightly as she shifted her weight to the side. Her dark eyes slid closed and in a few seconds she was out.
It seemed as though a lot had happened the the deer-like animal raised her head again. She opened her mouth to call out for her partner and rider but found that she was once again in the cave, this time there seemed to be more animals though. Great, we'll never fit. She though her head swinging slightly as she looked around. Her bells jingled, most likely telling the others that she was awake, but she made no effort to move. In her small, curled position she was warm and so she planed to stay just like that.