Redhawk Caldera burn it to the ground.

Trick watched the small girl with a worried look, wanting to stretch out his muzzle to catch her if she were to fall but knowing that that could very well upset the mother. You were not supposed to come close to puppies, only when they came to you or when the mother is okay with it, he found. And so far, Fin hadn't really given him permission to even look at the fluffball. 

His ears perked up excitedly as Fin introduced the fluffball that had been present ever since Trick accidentally stumbled upon the den. Even though it was probably all fine by now, he still felt bad for crashing the party like this. He let out a small giggle as the vulgar language- for a child- left her mouth also, but he didn't dare say anything about it. It  was her job to raise the kid, not his, and so it wouldn't be his fault if the girl became a cursing bitch. He lay down, his belly touching the floor. Wouldn't dream of it- just look at how cute she is. He let the last part escape from his lips- of course Fin knew how cute her own daughter was.