Redhawk Caldera cape of good hope

Clover tugged with all her might, and moved the heavy stick inch by grueling inch. But Clover saw great progress, and her tail waved wildly about. She did not spot Raven as she attempted to bring the stick indoors, but the thing was so wide it simply would not happen. No matter how hard she tugged, she'd drop it once it hit the edges of the den. New tactic. Clover sprang outside and turned around, trying to pick it up and push it in rather than tug. This was an altogether fail, and she fell right onto her rump. 

She looked right, and then left—she spotted Raven, and her hope was restored. Hi!!! She rose to all fours and spun around the inky medic, grinning. Then she dashed toward the stick and placed a paw on it. Ou'! Ou'!!! Ou'-fuh!! She was using the word wrong; she had meant to say in, but definitions were still something she was coming to learn. Her 't's were also 'f's at present, but she was doing her best.