Animals Who Joined The Group During The Journey
| Animal Name | Description | Species | Books | TV Series | Gender | TV Seasons | Mate | Offspring | First Appearance | Last Appearance |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Vixen | Fox's mate whom he met at a Fox Hunting Reserve while separated from the other animals. She joined the animals and took the oath after escaping a Fox Hunt. She is shown to be wise and beautiful. | Fox | Yes | Yes | Female | 1,2,3 | Fox | Bold, Charmer, Friendly, Dreamer | New Friends, Old Enemies (1x07) | Bully, Bully, Bully (3x13) |
| Whistler | A helpful, droll and friendly heron whom the group met in a quarry. He was shot in the wing, and thus makes a whistling sound when he flies. He took the oath when he joined The Farthing Animals. He helped the animals on numerous occasions during the journey. He often flies around White Deer Park and he sometimes has bad news with what he had seen on his flight. | Heron | Yes | Yes | Male | 1,2,3 | Speedy (TV) Unnamed (books) | None (TV) Multiple unnamed (books) | Whistler's Quarry (1x09) | Bully, Bully, Bully (3x13) |
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