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

She chuffed with a nod, approving at least of the fact that Figment admitted he wasn't a cruel wolf- which was already common knowledge, as far as she could tell. He stood against the flow of the water and offered an explanation which made Niamh blink in surprise. Training? She hadn't figured that Figment was the sort who would want to bulk up- unless perhaps there was a certain someone he was potentially trying to impress. He'd be two years old soon enough- so perhaps there might have been a special someone. This idea made Niamh almost giddy but she decided to keep that to herself, and bother Phox for details, later. 

"It is dumb," She agreed, and cleared her throat. "When you have a perfectly good Sergeant-at-Arms on hand to train with," She huffed, swiftly turning her face aay and giving him a wickedly wry side-eye, as though he'd insulted her by choosing a stick his opponent and not her.