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

She seemed to be amused by him, which he reasoned was a good thing. It meant she wasn't angry, anyway. Fig smiled at her jokes and non-chalance, but listened intently to her words. He couldn't imagine approaching her for a real spar. At least, not when he now understood better what she meant by it. Figment was not a violent wolf, simply a protective one. He was confident he'd manage well in a real fight, but he had no desire to truly engage in one.

Though if that's what he needed to do to be better...

Well, this gave him something to think on if nothing else. He'd caught his breath by the time the conversation came to a close, and he accepted the invitation to hunt with a smile and a nod before setting off with her.