Blackfoot Forest red sky at morning

Sovereign heard the yes, please from the other end of the log, and with a dutiful nod, she would pin the ebony woman's wooden prison underneath her massive paws, making sure it was held firm before she called "I'm gonna hold this in place for ya, now, pull!" The yearling said, bracing herself to hold the log down better, in hopes it would actually work to get this girl out.

If plan A didn't work, Sov supposed plan B could be to hold the log down from the other side somehow? 
Anyway, here goes!