Redhawk Caldera my boot-scootin' baby.

Fox at first seemed reluctant to partake in any of Fin's suggestions, but it wore off soon enough once she realized there was no fighting her friend's determination.  Finley gave her a grin, appreciative of the fact that she knew there was no resisting.  Another thought popped into her head that they might be able to knock it down with a super long stick, and so she began to look around at limbs scattered about the ground.  Fox's questions quickly brought her attention back, and Fin responded with a smirk.  "Uh, no, not likely," she replied, "But why should that mean we don't try?"

Just as the words left her mouth, the Blackthorn spotted a potential spear over Fox's shoulder.  "Aha!" she barked, bouncing past her friend to step over to it.  She brushed a few old leaves away from it with her nose before clasping her jaws tightly around one end and lifting it into the air.  It was about a foot or two longer than she was from nose to tail, and heavy enough that she staggered slightly at the unexpected weight.  She tilted her head to point the stick straight up towards the high branches of the trees before turning to Fox with an eager, smiling face and a wagging tail.  She wasn't completely certain what her plan was from there for the hive was still just out of her reach, but they were at least on their way to doing.. something that wouldn't end in either of them being whapped on the head with a giant stick.