Moonspear Fire may save you

"Wifi," Ness repeated fondly, thoughtfully— though what she could have been thinking about was anyone's guess. She peered down into the hole, nodding at Wildfire's suggestion that she had the tools to dig deeper than herself. Dropping her forehalf down, she began to awkwardly shovel deeper into the hollow, careful that she didn't create a slant from which prey could gain leverage and escape. It was a tight fit for her, but Ness was not keen on making it too large; it would become too noticeable.

From inside the hole came Ness' slightly muffled voice. "I think you look more like a Firebird, than a Wifi," she commented, trying to raise her voice up out of the ground. She stopped shuffling, her body becoming abnormally still for an overly long second and then: "hey! I think if we bowl it out down here," (like a round-bottomed flask) "it'd make it just that much harder for anything to get back out." She pushed her dusty front up out of the hole, if only so that she might observe her lab partner's expression on the thought. "You're the architect," she grinned a literally dirty smile.