Kriasa paused quickly, not really hearing Charlie's approach over the straining of wood and the creaking of the stubborn lid on the box. Whoever had taken the time and effort to build the box...much less capture the creature, had spent a lot of time making sure he would be difficult to yank out again. She puffed, shaking her head at the sturdy crate, hearing the excited shuffling and squelching inside of the box getting more intense.  "Actually...maybe...some help would be nice, um...please?"  She rolled her eyes, helping Charlie roll the creature up onto the lift with wheels, and started rolling it in the direction of the more shaded buildings off of the beaten path.<br/><br/>It was true that having the poor thing dry up in the sun wouldn't be the best idea.  Kriasa remembered touring the shaded buildings and feeling awfully excited when she first wandered in.  These ones were fitted with canvas awnings, and was built alongside one of the streams on the ranch property - a creaking waterwheel attached to the wall helped drive some manner of fans that helped circulate the air and kept it cooler inside.  She wasn't sure how it all worked, but she recalled it being a much nicer place to camp out during the heat - so it served both purposes!  She waited for Charlie to throw back the heavy wooden bolt on the door before pushing the fussing amphibian's crate into the darker environment.  The scent of something musty but oddly sweet perfumed the air in here, and she couldn't quite place what was making the smell.<br/><br/>"Um...was something else being kept in here recently?  I hope our...uh...Kermit, doesn't mind."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>