Whitefang

I got to thinking about something as I was hunting raptors in Un’Goro Crater and both my kitty and I got crushed by a Devilsaur. Repeatedly.
My companion, my trusted Whitefang. How she never questions my command and obeys relentlessly. My every whim. She will sacrifice herself without question so I get to stay alive. Better deal than both of us being dead because I can always call her back from the Astral Plane[?]. She will go against enemies several times more powerful than her without even thinking twice. She will act as bait so I get to fire my bow from safe distance and slay the enemy. After which she will happily run back to my side, oblivious to her own cuts and bruises.
And all she asks in return is some meat or her favorite kind of fish.
I do take good care of her and respect her as my equal, for if it wasn’t for her courage, many times I would have met with trouble. She never went hungry at my side, not once. When hurt, I use my powers to mend her wounds. I also make it a point to go back to Teldrassil once in a while to let her run freely on the fields along with her own kind. That way she will never forget who she is, where she comes from. It always uplifts her spirit.

But, taking a step back from it all and looking at it from the game engine perspective, the fact remains that ...

Whitefang is my bitch