Redhawk Caldera cape of good hope

Clover was awe-struck by the others maneuvering of the stick. Now it was half-in, half-out, and Clover stared worshipfully at Raven. When she asked for Clover to try again, she did so... but she was nowhere near strong enough to tug things sideways yet, nor did she have the graceful mobility. Her disproportionate body made her into a weeble that wobbled and fell; she stumbled, rolled over onto her side, and huffed. But she was not deterred! 

She kept tugging. Her mother sneakily tugged, too, until the stick was in the den. She bolted out and beneath Raven's legs, hollering triumphantly.