She couldn’t help the good feeling she had watching Saint Walker being benign to her version of Pabu. The animal was a constant since meeting Bolin and she hardly even had to concentrate to have it act like the real one.

Considering Saint for a moment after his suggestion, Korra tried to imagine something completely unique. Then she cracked her knuckles, the ring shooting green sparks. "All right, I think I got something."

The construct Pabu climbed back up to Korra’s shoulder and nestled itself around the back of her neck. Pointing out the ring to the sky, green energy shot forth to take form. A huge furred creature without a snout like a chinese dragon with hint of being a canine bared its teeth and the six legs it had ended in three paws, spread out from one another with the tips of sheathed claws on the end.

A green mane ran down its back, just long enough to fall on one side, and ran down to its furry tail. The eyes roved over to them and it closed its mouth to let out something between a roar and a bark before situating itself in the air to sit down.

"I think I’ll call it a Doggone."

Korra, no.