#11 - Tiffingtons

Not all denizens of Posterra want to eat your face and suckle that sweet protein out of your eyeballs. Some just want to talk at you in their bizarre language and nick your cookies. Meet the Tiffingtons, the elusive critters that live deep in the darkest forests. These fluffy little miscreants are in fact composed of some sort of non-Newtonian fluid, their bodies seemingly squeezing into the tightest nooks and crannies with ease. Pair that with their dark coats and soundless movement and they become adapt at two things - running away from predators and stalking you during your forest strolls. They are curious of all things and if they decide that you're not a threat, they might come out to say 'Pip Pip' and also 'Tally Ho' at you a lot, which no one really knows what it means. Some speak in a peculiar, round sounding language they themselves describe as "Proper British"... Whatever that means. Just keep an eye on all your snacks and shiny valuables when you interact with them, otherwise, you should be alright - even if they will insist on drinking some strange water made from brewed grass and eating stale, crumbly flat baked goods of unknown origin...