Cricket Creek Bog raises a number to a power of a specified number.

Figment was a considerate wolf, and he hadn't been far off the truth. Until now, she hadn't noticed that Figment had chosen to go off and train using water resistance as a means of doing so, likely because she had three children and a pack to lead. It made her heart ache to think that perhaps she wasn't tending to the other aspects of being a leader- such as checking in with the individuals were all doing well and on course with some trade or another- but she also couldn't do everything. Still, this was her specialty. And, busy or not, she quite enjoyed getting the chance to revert back into a fighting machine. 

"It's ok, Fig," She said with reassurance. She paused for a moment, hoping he might've taken her seriously. "You can just admit it, no shame." She said, before she back up a few paces and lowered into an inviting play bow. "You were just too scared to challenge me."