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

Niamh didn't refute that she was indeed a busy woman, but she didn't take it as a cop out either. Instead, she twisted it in a way that reminded him very much of Fennec. The comparison made him feel more at ease, so he smiled freely at her taunt and waded out of the lake to meet her challenge.

Fig paused once he placed all four paws on dry land, considering his move for about a split second before he went with his instincts. He jumped forward towards her, but purposely fell short a few feet away. Once he landed, he gave his coat a good, hard shake, sending water and mud flying every which direction. His intent was to startle her, and maybe even get her to turn her head. He didn't wait to see if it worked though before he lunged forward, aiming to make a quick grab for her ruff and/or use his weight to knock her to the ground.