Pets

One of Biscuit's pups. Just as muddy, twice as proud of it.

Admiral Squawks' great-great-grandchick. It knows three words, and two of them are 'crackers'.

A sled pup from Hoarfell who has never once felt cold.

One of Old Whiskers' great-grandchildren, in a bubble of Mirror Lake. It has already eaten a pie.

A sewer rat who followed you up the ladder. He is waiting for the crown. He is very patient.

Its wings glow like a lamp turned low. It likes you better than the lamps.

Folded from a clue nobody solved. It still flutters toward the answer, and it still will not say what it is.

An owlet black as fresh ink. It blots everything it sits on, and it sits on everything.

Too small to howl properly. It practices anyway.

A Webspinner hatchling that decided you are its mother.

All bones and no bark. Well, a little bark.

A foundry golem no bigger than a kettle, and about as warm.

Small, hot and very pleased with itself.

A walking puddle of Mournfen. It leaves little footprints of mud.

A shard of Hoarfell winter that hums when it is happy.

A white bear cub that rolls more than it walks.

A drake from the deepest vault, small enough to sit on your boot.

A crow in a tiny tabard. It calls out your guild name to anyone who will listen, and to several who will not.

It watches every creature you meet and remembers them all.

A golem the size of a loaf. It sleeps on ore veins.

Wound up once, never stopped. Its gears tick in time with your steps.

A Wayfarer's treasure beetle. It digs where it smells gold, and it smells gold everywhere.

It has read every page in the Codex twice, and it hoots at you whenever you skip one.

A small stone guardian that has sworn to keep you, specifically.

The hare who ate half of Rustle Crowe's herb beds. She has decided you are the better half.

A speck of the Crownfall sky that followed you home.

Found asleep in a charcoal burner's ashes. It has never been fully clean since.

It lives on canyon dust and moonlight, and it shares neither.

A spark from the mountain that decided to stay lit.

White as the Hoarfell snow and twice as quiet.

It glows in the fen at night, and every boatman steers by it.

A gorilla baby from Thunder Ridge, the size of a coconut and just as hard-headed. It beats its chest at everything. Everything is unimpressed.

A harpy chick that fell out of the sky and landed on you. It is staying.

A Hollow spider no bigger than a coat button, and just as fond of you.

A koi from the Drowned Fane that swims in a bubble of sea water.

A clockwork beetle from Gearhollow. Nobody wound it. Nobody can stop it.

The Golden Minnow's little cousin. It is only gold on the outside.

A garden koi that swims in its own bubble, wherever you go.

Lived in the fountain for years on wishes and loose change.

Quick, curious and fond of your pockets.

It came with the shop. Odran says it is for sale. The kitten disagrees.

Raised by the fire in Pinewatch. It has never once chased a sheep, and it would like that noted.

A lava newt from the Cinder Mere, no longer than your hand and warm as a coal. It sleeps in the forge at night, and Oda pretends not to notice.

A tree gecko who climbs everything you do, faster, and usually upside down. It has never once looked impressed.

A snow hare who has worked out that the safest place in Hoarfell is right behind someone Pickle likes. It is not wrong.

A grave-light that got lost on the Gloamwater and followed a lamplighter home. It lives in a lantern now, and it will not come out, and it would like to come with you.

A panther cub the Compact found in a coil of rope on the Long Wharf. It has eaten the rope. It would like to eat your boots next, very slowly, while purring.

A puff of cloud that drifted up out of the Cloudbreak and would not go back down. It follows the Last Pilgrims about, and now it follows you, and now and then it rains on your boots.

Big ears, sandy fur and a nose for Dustwatch's bean pot. The Outriders swear it can smell a skeleton a mile off.

It was asleep in a locked chest. Nobody knows how it got in. It knows how to get out of everything.

It has been in every house in the Murk and taken nothing. It would like that on the record.

It brings you shiny things. They belong to other people. It does not see the problem.

A golden fox kit that turned up on the jackpot slice and has refused to leave ever since.

A skeleton squire in gilded armor. It salutes every win.

It sleeps in the gatehouse rafters and wakes for every visitor.

It lived in the scarecrow for three years before anybody noticed. It eats the corn and leaves the straw.

A lantern that walked out of the Night of Lanterns on its own. Nobody lit it. It is still burning.

A little winter cloud that snows only on you, and only when you look happy.

Its wings are pink as the first blossoms, and it sleeps in flower crowns.

A spark from the great Midsummer bonfire that never went out.

It knows four words. Three of them are "doubloon". The fourth is not repeatable.

A starwhale calf. It floats by your shoulder and sings, very quietly, at night.

A hawk from the very top of the sky, dark as the night and speckled with stars. It never lands, not even on you.

Its wings are leafed in gold. It was here first, and it would like you to know.

It wakes you at first light every single day, and it is very proud of this.

Every hair on it stands on end. So does every hair on you.

A very small cloud that has decided to follow you instead of the wind.

A scrap of blue sky with opinions.

When it croaks, it rains. It croaks a lot.

A sprite of the high winds. It steals hats, then gives them back.

A fox kit whose tail trails the northern lights.