The Tangle she told him to take care of me

Tux had finally done it.  If only one good thing were to happen during the time in which their loud, angry neighbors had infiltrated the sound, it was that Tux had finally become the rauna that he had been striving to be.  Drakru looked good on him, and with his new title in one hand and his new surname in the other, he stalked from Drageda's borders with newfound pride.

Although they had failed to secure Ankyra Sound for Blixen's new branch, the young Drakru followed the scent of his sister and Mallaidh into the forest of gnarled and weather-worn trees.  He found out rather quickly that he did not like it, with its restricting vines and ground-thorns that liked to ambush all of his toes.

There was only one spot in which he came that he found tolerable, towards the outskirts of the Tangle where the trees were unnaturally sparse.  In the center of the clearing was a large, hollowed-out tree.  Presently his nose was buried within, with his rear-end sticking out; all he could hear inside the tree was his own muffled breath, and he didn't hear the girl approaching behind him.

He stirred up something within the tree that made him sneeze, and the sneeze caused him to bash the back of his head against the "doorway".  Ouch!