Sun Mote Copse came whiffling through the tulgey wood

With a little bit of maneuvering and a lot of teamwork, they managed to orchestrate Nellie's extraction. The plan worked so well that she tumbled backward with some force, her weight hitting Sugar's forelegs and making them buckle so that she fell forward into her cousin. None of it hurt, so she spat out Nellie's scruff and righted herself with some laughter, the turn of events helping her fully recover from her trepidation moments before.

She glanced at Fig, saw that he appeared unperturbed (and otherwise preoccupied), and decided she could probably brush it off like nothing. Facing Nellie again, she assessed the younger she-wolf with her black eyes. "Are you hurt?" she asked, moving closer and sniffing for any traces of blood. Some of those sticks had looked pretty sharp.