Redhawk Caldera perfect sky

Grimm's first feeling was one of deja vu, closely followed by the three-eyed offspring of horror and curiosity. Something had gone down in the vicinity of her rear end, and she recognized that voice. 

Grimm placed both paws on either side of her head and pushed - but to no avail. The decaying trunk was sturdier than it looked, and her head seemed to have swelled. She grinned inside her damp, stinky helmet of wood. "Yeah, well.. rather you than a bear?"