Silver Creek anyway

She didn't laugh at his joke, though she did relax the smallest bit. Prowler remained behind her, though as soon as Talisman turned away, the masked familiar was quick to leap up into the nearest tree, assuring her safety no matter what the coyote's promises were. This allowed Fiona to relax even more, though now she was quite curious about the splashing. She didn't need the other's permission to head over to the creek to take a closer look. What popped their head above the water was instantly recognizable.

Fiona's own mother had a river otter familiar, though this one was distinctly not her mother's. They lacked the greying fur around their muzzle, and they had much more youthful features. Not only that, but Fiona's mother was nowhere nearby to protect the otter. They didn't appear to be anybody's familiar at all.

I suppose you don't have a use for a familiar, do you? she asked. Whether or not the question was meant to be serious remained ambiguous.