Cricket Creek Bog raises a number to a power of a specified number.

Her next comment did not help his embarrassment, though he knew she meant it in jest. Fig of course had never dreamed of asking her to train with him. It felt like you needed to ascertain a certain level of closeness before you asked someone to fight you, which he didn't really feel he had with the golden regent. Sure, she was his father's mate and mother to his half-siblings. But still... What time did she really have between leading and pup raising to spend bonding with her adult stepson? He'd always just made the assumption was none.

Apparently, he had been mistaken. That just made him feel more awkward. He forced a smile still, not wanting to infect her with his discomfort. "I figured you wouldn't have the time," he explained, only semi-honestly. She didn't need to know about the rest of his baggage.