Sun Mote Copse came whiffling through the tulgey wood

Sugar's reaction to him had been a curious one, but one he dismissed as soon as Nellie's predicament took their attention. "Better than you, I daresay," he answered with a smile as soon as he'd determined she wasn't in any real danger. Like Sugar, he stepped around Nellie to see where he could be of help. He watched as the silver Blackthorn reached in to grab at the golden Blackthorn's scruff, apparently intending to yank her out. Fig's sharp eyes looked more to the branches that had her trapped.

"One sec," he said as he too moved in, reaching in with his paws to dig at the branches that gave a satisfying snap as he pulled and held them out of the way as best as he could. "Okay, pull," he instructed from his new position, a bit awkwardly placed alongside her with one arm stretched under her chest between her forelegs and the other on her right, ducked down low so as to not be in the way when she moved backwards out of the thicket.