Redhawk Caldera my boot-scootin' baby.

Fox gave Finley a pointed look, but it lasted only as long as the gap between her reply and her exclamation. That was quickly followed by Finley picking up a rather unwieldy-looking stick and very nearly whacking Fox in the head with it. "Careful!" Fox barked, ducking just in time to avoid a rather nasty blow to the head. It seemed that this plan wasn't working out particularly well, anyhow. There was a good bit of space between the end of the stick and the hive, which meant that either the hive would have to come down (not likely) or the stick would have to go up (also not that likely).

"Can you jump?" Fox asked. The stick was pretty big, and as much as she loved Finley, she'd be lying if she said she thought this was a good idea. Then again, few of Finley's ideas would be considered "good ideas" by the majority of intelligent individuals. A rustling behind her caused Fox to whirl around, and wouldn't you know it, there was a rather large cougar suddenly staring straight at the two wolves. Fox stood perfectly still, though the hair along her hackles raised to its full potential.