Sun Mote Copse came whiffling through the tulgey wood

Fig had been on his way to the borders to begin the first of his daily rounds when he'd been distracted by the sounds the two girls were making. He hadn't spent much time yet with the other wolves in his new pack, keeping mostly to himself when he wasn't with his parents or Fenn, mostly because he still didn't feel as though he quite belonged. But the sounds he heard that day suggested trouble, and the boy was helpless against the protective instincts that had driven him since his birth. Besides, he recognized that voice, and he recognized that scent.

"Sugar?" Fig called before he turned and trotted swiftly into the brush to close whatever distance had been between them. He was surprised by the sudden smile that slipped across his face when he saw her--a smile that was swiftly twisted into a frown when he spotted a familiar golden rump (not that he knew her by her rump--I mean, he never looked at it or anything--I uh..)

The "Nellie?" that came out next was spoken with more concern and surprise. He recognized her from the Frosthawks, which they'd both called home for a brief time. She appeared to be stuck, which was likely what had drawn Sugar Glider there as well. He stepped up alongside the Blackthorn, noting in a moment of distraction that Sugar appeared to still be quite tiny, though he had grown rather tall himself. His tail wagged a little as it struck him to be rather endearing, but slowed to a stop again as he refocused and contemplated what was the best course of action for freeing the other Blackthorn.