Once upon a time I was otter taming in a pond. Had a couple nice high level I wanted to take home with me. All was well, otters ate hungrily out of my hand, until I speared a fish just a little too close to the little floofsters and suddenly had four otters hunting me down.

Me, too enamoured with them, chose to not harm them and try and out swim them instead.

…

It went swimmingly. The lowest level otter of the bunch (20) killed me.

But you know, accidents happen in the taming and training world. No biggie.

So I respawned, “saddled” a wyv and went right back to the pond, grabbed my body on the way and made it my mission to tame my little killer first. She turned out to be a beautifully coloured red/black/white baby i should henceforth take out adventuring with me. Her name is Redfang, tinged with my blood. She’s a wonderful mate.