My sis named her otter Fluffy, he was a good boy. He helped us survive the freezing cold tempatures in the snow biome, defend us from small nasties, and made a nice fluffy scarf (heh). Until, one day, when both me and my sis decided to go tame a butt load of Dino’s on our Thyla’s, we lost em. My sis asked at the last moment when we were leaving the redwoods where he was, and obviously I had no flippin idea. Then about a week or two later, I decided to go search for Fluffy. And I did so. About an hour possibly after searching, I found him. He was literally going to starve if I didn’t find him sooner, so I took him to the nearest lake and fed him fish. He still serves us to this day, and that kids is a lesson to not let your sister tag along when taming Dino’s. Don’t trust your siblings.