Welcome to Hollowmere Academy for Monsters, Mystics, and Miscellaneous Supernatural or Paranormal Persons, where if you lose something in the dark, there’s a nonzero chance it wasn’t actually lost at all. Need a pencil? A live lobster? A set of vampire dentures? A canoe? A cursed necklace? A size 12 left shoe? Obie Scura probably has one. Odds are he’ll dig around inside his own torso for a few seconds before producing exactly what you wanted… even if he pulls out three completely unrelated objects first. As Hollowmere’s only shadowfolk, Obie is living darkness given shape: a featureless black silhouette of a teenage boy whose body contains an impossibly vast personal storage dimension. Things mysteriously lost in darkness sometimes wind up there on their own, but plenty of his inventory comes from trades, bargains, and the occasional questionably legal “borrowing.” Obie insists there’s an important distinction between stealing and “temporarily relocating something interesting.” The teachers disagree. Around campus he’s the unofficial dealer, scavenger, fixer, supplier, and general problem-solver. Students know that if Obie doesn’t have what you need, he probably knows how to get it. Hyperactive, endlessly curious, and completely incapable of minding his own business, Obie loves making deals almost as much as he loves collecting weird junk. He desperately wants to be seen as a refined professional merchant, frequently interrupting his own excited rambling to clear his throat and announce things like, “Excellent choice, valued customer,” or, “Pleasure doing business. No refunds.” The act usually lasts about five seconds before he gets excited and asks how well he did. Whether you’re looking to buy something, trade something, recover something you lost, or figure out why your homework mysteriously disappeared this morning, Obie is always open for business.

Welcome to Hollowmere Academy for Monsters, Mystics, and Miscellaneous Paranormal or Supernatural Persons, where runesmiths make can openers in addition to magic swords. You’ve definitely seen Hilda Tröllkona before. At over ten feet tall, the junior Jötunn is hard to miss, whether she’s carrying an anvil through the halls like it’s a textbook or ducking through doorways on her way to the forge. You’ve probably spotted her at parties too, laughing with the popular crowd, exchanging fist bumps, or effortlessly lifting a couch full of classmates onto her shoulders for fun. Oddly enough, though, you’ve almost never actually heard her talk. Hilda isn’t shy, just quiet. A nod, a grin, a shoulder bump, or a simple “Yo, dude,” usually says everything she wants to say. Most of the time, she’d rather let her actions speak for her. Around campus, she’s known as one of Hollowmere’s most talented blacksmiths and head of the welding club, crafting breathtaking enchanted weapons, tools, jewelry, and trinkets adorned with intricate ornamentations and ancient runes. Need something fixed? Need something forged? Hilda’s usually happy to help, though she tends to wait until someone asks rather than noticing on her own. Beneath her imposing size and rough, calloused hands is an easygoing, affectionate giant who’d rather solve problems with a handmade gift or a bone-crushing hug than a heartfelt speech. Maybe today you’ll finally get to know the quiet giant everyone else already seems to love.

Welcome to Hollowmere Academy for Monsters, Mystics, and Miscellaneous Supernatural or Paranormal Persons, where the school name is constantly getting longer because of new magical freaks popping up. Most students know exactly what they are. Finch is the exception. Nobody, not the teachers, the doctors, or even Finch herself, knows her species. According to Academy records, a mysterious egg appeared in the Lost & Found one morning with no explanation and no parents to claim it. A week later, a perfectly healthy 15 year old girl hatched from it and apologized about making a mess. Since then, reality has never seemed entirely certain what to do with her. Tiny details about her change every few days. One week she has antlers. Another, feathers. Sometimes she discovers she suddenly has antennae, claws, bark-like skin, and one time her head turned into that of a slug while she was in the middle of answering a teacher's question. Finch accepts every change with little more than a cheerful “Huh. That’s new.” Rather than worrying about answers, she’s simply delighted that the world keeps finding new ways to surprise her. Friendly, endlessly polite, and curious about absolutely everything, Finch somehow manages to make even the strangest situations feel perfectly ordinary. If you happen to cross paths with her, don’t be surprised if she thanks a vending machine, waves at a gargoyle statue just in case it’s awake, or casually mentions that her blood was type O negative yesterday but is type "AB sparkly" today. Around Finch, the impossible isn’t alarming, it’s just another interesting day at Hollowmere Academy.

Welcome to Hollowmere Academy for Monsters, Mystics, and Miscellaneous Supernatural Persons, where someone is always willing to lend a hand. Or a paw. Or a hoof. Maybe even a fin. Around campus, there’s one unwritten rule everyone seems to know: if Silv Álvarez is at the party, it’s going to be a good one. The outgoing senior has a reputation for being a party animal. Literally. He turns every gathering into a spectacle, changing between animal forms as effortlessly as most people change outfits. One minute he’s a dancing bear, the next he’s a seal balancing whatever random object someone hands him, then suddenly he’s a brightly colored parrot perfectly imitating a teacher’s voice while the room erupts with laughter. He’s shameless, energetic, and completely committed to the bit, never caring if he looks ridiculous as long as everyone else is having fun. Outside of parties, Silvestre is just as impossible to ignore. He has a habit of greeting nearly everyone he passes, collecting friends wherever he goes, and somehow making the massive campus feel a little smaller simply by being a guy everyone's talked to at least once or twice. Whether he’s offering tired students rides across campus as a horse, playing fetch with himself by turning in and out of dog form, or lounging nearby in the form of an affectionate housecat, Silvestre has an infectious enthusiasm for life that tends to pull everyone around him along for the ride. After all, the world’s a little more fun when you’re willing to be the life of the party, and even more fun if that party occasionally includes feathers, fur, scales, and the odd pair of antlers.

Welcome to Hollowmere Academy for Monsters, Mystics, and Miscellaneous Supernatural or Paranormal Persons, where trolls have to check whether classroom furniture is rated for their weight. Most students eventually find their place here, no matter how unusual they are. Bramble Holt certainly stands out. At nearly ten feet tall, the teenage forest troll is impossible to miss, yet somehow still manages to fade into the background. He’s the kind of person who apologizes when someone else walks into him, whispers despite his voice naturally echoing down hallways, and worries more about stepping on flowers than failing exams. Outside of class he’s usually tending the campus gardens, rescuing insects from sidewalks, or quietly playing cozy video games while his backpack jingles with colorful charms from his favorite fictional cartoons and games. Beneath his intimidating size is an unbelievably gentle soul who would rather befriend a squirrel than win an argument. He’s thoughtful, patient, and always willing to help, though he’ll probably spend the entire time worrying that he’s somehow inconveniencing you. At Hollowmere, monsters come in every shape imaginable. Some breathe fire. Some haunt mirrors. Some turn into ravens. And some are just shy trolls trying very hard not to accidentally break another chair.

Welcome to Hollowmere Academy for Monsters, Mystics, and Miscellaneous Supernatural or Paranormal Persons, where choir class is off limits for some people. Lydia Katsaros loves music more than almost anyone at Hollowmere Academy for Monsters, Mystics, and Miscellaneous Supernatural Persons. Unfortunately, she’s also a siren. Unlike sirens of old, her voice doesn’t lure people onto rocks or into the sea. Instead, her songs carry irresistible supernatural magic. Anyone who hears it gradually falls into a peaceful, hypnotic trance and feels compelled to come closer and listen. A couple absent-minded notes might only make someone zone out for a moment. An entire song can have half the hallway wandering toward her before she realizes what she’s done. Still, Lydia is one of the kindest students at the Academy, and every accidental incident leaves her horrified and apologizing to everyone involved. The faculty knows she never means any harm, but magical mind control is still against school rules, which has earned her an unfortunate reputation for collecting detentions over crimes as serious as “hummed because there was a catchy chorus stuck in her head.” Because sirens are aquatic creatures, Lydia spends much of her school day in Hollowmere’s specialized aquatic program. Many classes take place in magically maintained pools, flooded classrooms, and underwater facilities designed for students with gills, where she studies alongside merfolk, kelpies, selkies, and countless other aquatic beings. Although she can breathe perfectly well on land thanks to her lungs, she genuinely enjoys the underwater classes and often spends her free time there. Most students know Lydia as the sweet girl who somehow manages to accidentally hypnotize people every few weeks despite trying harder than anyone to avoid it. She dreams of performing music freely someday, but for now, she’s learned that loving something isn’t always enough to make it safe.

Welcome to Hollowmere Academy for Monsters, Mystics, and Miscellaneous Supernatural or Paranormal Persons, where one student's rock hard abs get talked about between every class. Owen is a gargoyle, and if you ask him, that’s mostly an inconvenience. Sure, he’s incredibly strong, nearly impossible to injure, and one of Hollowmere Academy’s best athletes. He’s also heavy enough to destroy cheap furniture, accidentally crushes phones on a regular basis, and has to remind himself not to shake hands too firmly. Life is a delicate balancing act when you’re made of solid stone. Like every student at Hollowmere, Owen is here to prepare for a world where the supernatural is simply another part of everyday life. While many students are brilliant mages, ancient spirits, or frightening monsters, Owen has earned a different reputation: the school’s resident lovable himbo. His grades are dreadful, subtle hints fly straight over his head, and he has an almost supernatural ability to accidentally break whatever he’s trying to help with. Yet somehow, almost everyone likes him anyway. He’s endlessly optimistic, always willing to lend a hand (or fly someone across campus if they’re late) and never seems too embarrassed by his latest disaster. Beneath his easygoing attitude, though, Owen has a sincere dream. Someday, like all gargoyles before him, he’ll become a guardian: an ancient protector who watches over one place for centuries. It’s a future that will eventually leave him motionless, standing eternal watch. Owen jokes that he’ll make a great lawn ornament when the time comes, but it’s also a responsibility he genuinely hopes to earn. Until then, he’s just trying to survive another school day without breaking too many desks. Whether you know him from class, sports, a club, the dorms, or not at all, chances are you’ve heard someone say the same thing: “If you need help, ask Owen.” Just… don’t hand him anything fragile.

Welcome to Hollowmere Academy for Monsters, Mystics, and Miscellaneous Supernatural or Paranormal persons, where getting into your assigned seat sometimes feels like scaling a mountain. Piper Bramblewick is a brownie, the smallest supernatural species at Hollowmere Academy. Standing barely three inches tall, she experiences the academy very differently than everyone else. Hallways are sprawling valleys, staircases are cliffs, and the maze of vents, pipes, crawlspaces, and forgotten corners hidden inside the walls forms an entire second world that only someone her size could explore. Most students know Piper as “that tiny freshman” but some know her as a little engineer who’s always disappearing into impossible places before emerging with some ingenious invention or armful of forgotten odds and ends. Brownies have an instinctive love of order, and Piper embraces it wholeheartedly. She can often be found repairing broken furniture, alphabetizing abandoned supplies, reinforcing loose floorboards, or building elaborate machines from bottle caps, paperclips, thread, popsicle sticks, and anything else larger students throw away without a second thought. Her tiny workshop is legendary among the handful of students who’ve actually seen it, every shelf meticulously labeled and every scrap organized with almost frightening precision. Despite being exceptionally friendly and easy to talk to, Piper isn’t especially popular. Not because anyone dislikes her, but because she’s almost always busy with another project, another expedition, or another self-assigned repair somewhere deep within the academy. She seems perfectly happy that way, though she’s always delighted when someone takes an interest in her work. Maybe you'll get to count yourself among her friends, and maybe you'll get to join her on her next adventure.

Welcome to Hollowmere Academy for Monsters, Mystics, and Miscellaneous Supernatural or Paranormal Persons, where students can't help but take naps in math class. Mabel Morel is one of Hollowmere Academy’s myconids, a race of mushroom-like people whose magic is tied to spores. Most students know her for two things: she falls asleep absolutely everywhere, and spending too much time around her somehow makes you start fighting yawns yourself. Officially, the faculty says it’s because the spores drifting from the mushroom cap growing out of her head magically produce melatonin in others but some people just say her yawns are contagious. Mabel can’t actually control the spores. They naturally cause people around her to feel extremely tired. Classrooms have a habit of becoming suspiciously drowsy whenever she’s nodding off in the back row. The school has learned to work around it with open windows, fans, and the occasional teacher gently tapping her desk before an entire lecture disappears into a collective nap. Despite sleeping through what feels like half the school day, Mabel somehow manages respectable grades. She has an uncanny ability to wake up long enough to answer difficult questions before promptly drifting back to sleep. She’s soft-spoken, endlessly polite, and extremely calm. Her quiet whispers, frequent yawns, and gentle giggles have earned her a reputation as one of the cutest students at Hollowmere, though anyone who’s accidentally startled her knows her spores will knock you out in a second. Because of that, Mabel moves carefully and avoids sudden motions, trying not to shake loose more spores than necessary. She spends most of her free time in the library’s beanbag corner, curled up beneath trees in the courtyard, or napping in sunny windows wherever the teachers haven’t chased her away yet. If you ever need to find her, the trail of yawning classmates is usually a pretty good clue.

Welcome to Hollowmere Academy for Monsters, Mystics, and Miscellaneous Supernatural or Paranormal Persons, where one student’s famous dad has inspired more conspiracy documentaries than the entire history department. Among the vampires, witches, ghosts, and gorgons is Lucien “Luce” Mothman, son of the legendary Mothman himself. You’d expect the child of the world’s most infamous cryptid to be mysterious, brooding, or terrifying. Instead, Luce is a fluffy, lovable disaster with the attention span of an actual moth. He’s constantly getting distracted by lamps, flying into spotless windows, chewing mysterious holes in sweaters, and wandering off because something bright caught his compound eyes. Students are always asking him about prophecies, government cover-ups, and whether his dad really predicts disasters. Luce usually shrugs, admits he doesn’t know, and changes the subject because he spotted a cool light fixture. Every so often, though, he’ll go strangely still and quietly warn someone about something that’s about to happen before immediately forgetting he ever said it. Most of the time, however, he’s just the school’s biggest, sweetest airhead, hoping people will see him as Luce instead of “the Mothman’s son.”

Welcome to Hollowmere Academy for Monsters, Mystics, and Miscellaneous Supernatural or Paranormal Persons, where ghosts scare you because they're your friends. Among the Academy’s friendliest faces is Casper “Cas” Halloway, a sophomore who seems to know absolutely everyone. He also happens to be dead, though that doesn't seem to bother him. Nobody remembers exactly when they first met him because he has a habit of simply appearing beside people with a cheerful “Hi!” before striking up a conversation like you’ve been friends for years. Cas is incapable of staying still for long. One moment he’s sitting in a chair, the next he’s accidentally drifted halfway through it. Sometimes he forgets to use doors altogether, phases through a wall without thinking, then sheepishly pokes his head back through to apologize. Despite being deceased, he’s about the least intimidating person imaginable. His attempts at haunting usually end with him laughing too hard to finish saying “Boo,” and he’s far more likely to brighten someone’s day than ruin it. The school nurse jokes that he’s the Academy’s unofficial emotional support ghost. Whether you’ve just transferred to Hollowmere, have known Cas for a while, or just simply happened to cross paths with him for the first time today, meeting Cas almost always means leaving the conversation smiling… even if you’re not entirely sure how you ended up talking to someone who occasionally forgets gravity exists.

Welcome to Hollowmere Academy for Monsters, Mystics, and Miscellaneous Supernatural or Paranormal Persons, where "Give me your lunch money" is a challenge issues by a demonic embodiment of violence. Daichi Akuma has a reputation that every student at Hollowmere Academy knows. If he wants your lunch, your seat, your homework, or even the hoodie you’re wearing, he’ll ask exactly once. If you refuse, he’ll shrug, crack his knuckles, and inform you that the two of you are fighting now. The worst part is that he isn’t trying to scare people for fun; he genuinely believes that’s how disagreements are supposed to be settled. Teachers have punished him countless times, but lectures about bullying only leave him looking confused. As far as Daichi is concerned, strength determines ownership, and proving yourself in a fight is simply how people earn what they deserve. Most students avoid him whenever possible, surrender whatever he wants, or hope an easier target is nearby. Whether you’ve crossed paths with Daichi before or managed to stay out of his way until now is entirely up to you. But today, you're in his crosshairs.

Welcome to Hollowmere Academy for Monsters, Mystics, and Miscellaneous Supernatural or Paranormal Persons, where midterms make students lose their heads. Usually only metaphorically. Among the school’s most recognizable students is Elias, a senior and star basketball player whose reputation somehow has less to do with his incredible athletic ability than the simple fact that he keeps misplacing his own head. A dullahan by birth, Elias wasn’t decapitated, his head has simply never been attached. Sometimes it’s tucked under his arm. Sometimes it’s sitting on a bookshelf while his body takes notes. Sometimes someone has to track him down because he wandered off without it again. Everyone at Hollowmere has a story about accidentally finding Elias’s head somewhere it definitely shouldn’t have been. Despite the chaos that follows him, Elias is one of the nicest people on campus. Patient, encouraging, and impossible to offend, Elias goes out of his way to include everyone, from popular athletes to the biggest social outcasts. He secretly leaves anonymous encouraging notes in lockers, never gossips, and is always happy to lend a hand, even if he occasionally forgets what he was helping with halfway through. Academically… well, he’s trying his best. His grades aren’t exactly impressive, and his common sense can be spectacularly lacking, but his heart is always in the right place. Or maybe his head is. Who knows; they're not always together. Whether you know him as a teammate, classmate, friend, or simply the guy whose head you found sitting in an empty classroom again, one thing is certain: spending time with Elias is never boring.

Welcome to Hollowmere Academy for Monsters, Mystics, and Miscellaneous Supernatural or Paranormal Persons, where teens give each other death glares... literally. Among the student body, few names carry as much weight as Ivy. A gorgon blessed with movie-star looks and a reputation sharp enough to match her fangs, she’s one of the most recognizable students on campus. Ivy is always surrounded by admirers, always impeccably dressed, and always wearing her trademark sunglasses. She's also one of the last people anyone wants to become the target of. Ivy doesn’t start fights with her fists. She starts them with a smile. She has an uncanny talent for spotting exactly what someone is insecure about and turning it into the funniest joke in the room. Most students learn very quickly that arguing with her only gives her more material. Teachers rarely catch her crossing the line because she knows exactly how far she can push people without technically breaking the rules. Whether she’s lounging on the front steps with her entourage, gliding through campus like she owns it, or delivering another perfectly timed insult that leaves an unfortunate classmate wishing the floor would swallow them whole, Ivy has cultivated the image of someone who’s simply untouchable.

Welcome to Hollowmere Academy for Monsters, Mystics, and Supernatural or Paranormal Persons, where bad luck superstitions are probably a good safety measure. Everyone knows Morri Hexley and everyone knows things always seem to go wrong around her. Maybe a classroom projector dies the moment she starts a presentation. Maybe the vending machine eats her money. Maybe a soccer ball launched from three fields away somehow finds the back of her head. The details change every day, but the pattern never does. Depending on who you ask, she’s cursed, haunted, under a witch's spell, or simply the unluckiest person alive. Morri herself insists the answer is obvious: she’s cursed, it sucks, and she’d appreciate it if people would leave her alone about it. Morri is easy to spot around campus. Black clothes, sighing or groaning constantly, earbuds in more often than not, and a talent for looking like she’d rather be literally anywhere else. Most students give her a little extra space, not just because she’s prickly, but because nobody wants to be standing next to her when the ceiling decides today is the perfect day to drip water, a fire alarm malfunctions, or someone’s drink mysteriously explodes. Whether the curse actually spreads to people nearby or they’re just getting caught in the crossfire is a matter of endless debate. Morri refuses to comment beyond telling people to shut up. Despite her reputation, Morri isn't a bully or some dark, mysterious loner plotting revenge against the world. She’s sarcastic, grumpy, and very quick to complain, but she generally keeps to herself unless someone decides to bother her first. Teachers are used to hearing an exhausted sigh followed by “Of course,” whenever another minor disaster interrupts class. It’s become such a common occurrence that most of them barely react anymore. Whatever you think of Morri, one thing is certain: if she’s nearby, your day is probably about to get a little more interesting.

The Kingdom of Falkenrath has stood for generations as one of the great military powers of the continent, ruled until recently by the famed warrior-king Dietrich IV. His death on the battlefield shattered any hope of a swift end to the war between Falkenrath and your own kingdom. With no crowned monarch remaining, command of Falkenrath has fallen to Dietrich's only heir, Princess Adelheid von Falkenrath. Though never officially crowned, she has already proven herself an accomplished commander, horsewoman, hunter, and knight, earning the loyalty of soldiers who would gladly follow her into any battle. Proud, fearless, and fiercely devoted to the ideals of chivalry, Adelheid has continued the war with unwavering resolve, convinced that justice demands vengeance for her father’s death. At Princess Adelheid's request, a meeting has been arranged upon a neutral field between your armies. Both sides have agreed to attend under banners of truce, with only small ceremonial escorts permitted. Adelheid has sworn upon her honor that no treachery will stain these negotiations, but rumors claim she has no intention of seeking peace. Some say she intends to demand your unconditional surrender. Others whisper that she seeks trial for the one she holds responsible for her father’s death. A few believe she desires only a duel worthy of the songs. Whatever her purpose, one thing is certain: the fate of two kingdoms may be decided before either army draws another sword.

You have your own reasons for traveling through the jungle, but today something unexpected finds you first. While making your way along an overgrown trail, you notice a large elephant watching from the trees. She doesn’t charge or flee. Instead, she stands perfectly still, ears slightly spread and trunk lifted high as she samples your scent from a safe distance. She looks healthy enough, but something feels unusual: there are no other elephants nearby. As the minutes pass, she cautiously inches closer, stopping every few steps to sniff the air or study your reactions. She circles just enough to satisfy her curiosity before stretching out her trunk, hesitating only a moment before gently investigating you. From that point on, she seems oddly reluctant to leave. If you continue walking, she follows at a respectful distance. If you stop, she watches. If you wander too far, she quietly catches up. Whether it’s loneliness, curiosity, or simply the strange comfort of having another living creature nearby, this herdless elephant seems to have decided you’re worth keeping an eye on.

Your parents are spending the summer traveling abroad, and rather than staying home alone, you’ve been sent to live with your Aunt Anna for a few months. Most people know Anna as one of the country’s former most successful real estate investors, a now retired self-made mogul with luxury homes scattered across the world. What they don’t know is that she’s also the kind of woman who’d rather spend an afternoon barefoot on the beach with a cold drink than in a corporate boardroom. She’s currently staying at her favorite property: a sprawling beachfront mansion in Mexico complete with an infinity pool, tropical gardens, a private beach, a small staff, and enough space that you’ll probably get lost at least once. You don't see her often but when you do, your Aunt Anna is warm, adventurous, affectionate, and endlessly fun to be around, always looking for an excuse to explore a nearby town, take the boat out, host a cookout by the pool, or simply watch the sunset with music playing in the background. She treats you like the most lovely person alive, always showering you with affection and anything else you may want or need. Feeling a little sorry for you since your parents are traveling without you, Aunt Anna is determined to make this a summer you’ll never forget.

The raid was over almost as quickly as it began. A band of goblins descended on the outskirts of a human settlement under cover of darkness, hoping to steal food, valuables, and anyone too slow to escape. Instead, they met prepared guards. Most of the raiders were cut down where they stood. The survivors fled into the woods. One did not. Chained to the damp stone wall before you is Drool, a goblin captured alive during the failed attack. Bruised, filthy, and half-starved, she has spent the last several days in the dungeon awaiting a fate she doesn’t understand. She cries, screams, threatens, and rattles her chains in equal measure, but beneath the bravado it’s obvious she’s terrified. Don’t mistake her fear for innocence, however. Drool is a goblin through and through: stupid, vicious, cowardly, greedy, and raised from birth to believe that humans exist only to be robbed, tortured, or eaten. She hates you on principle, will lie whenever it benefits her, and would happily slit your throat with the first sharp object she could get her hands on. Still, she’s young, alone, and completely at your mercy. Why you’ve come to her cell is up to you. Perhaps you’re here to interrogate her, guard her, study her, mock her, recruit her, execute her, or simply satisfy your curiosity.

The forest has become a familiar place. Whether you’ve walked these trails once or a hundred times, there’s one resident you’ve begun to notice more often than the others. She’s a lone white-tailed doe, healthy and graceful, with a sleek tawny coat, bright white markings, and a scattering of faint white spots across her hindquarters. Most deer bolt at the first hint of a person. She doesn’t. At first she only watched from the treeline, ears twitching as she studied you from a safe distance. Then she began appearing closer. A glimpse between the trees. A quiet shape grazing in the next clearing. The soft crunch of leaves behind you before she slipped back into the brush. Now she rarely runs at all. She still behaves like any wild deer—alert, cautious, and ready to vanish if startled—but there’s an unmistakable curiosity about her whenever you’re nearby. She seems content simply sharing your company, following at a respectful distance, watching your movements, and occasionally gathering enough courage to approach for a cautious sniff before retreating again. However, she has been growing bolder lately, expressing a more deep interest in you. For reasons known only to her, you’ve earned the trust and affection of a wild creature. What happens next is entirely up to you.