The Tangle she told him to take care of me

She had a spirit to her that he couldn't deny.  If she were not so staunchly loyal to her birthplace, he would have liked to poach her for Drageda.  She would make a fine warrior, for all the bravery she could muster up.  But he allowed her none of this internal praise, at least for now.  Time breeds complacency, and it is easy to forget, he rejoins.  How long had it been since they'd had to kill a natrona?  Before his time, surely.  Had it been before Wildfire's time, too?  Is that why she had forgotten what they did to those who turned their back on their family?  But the last I checked, my pack was twice the size of yours.  

Not that it mattered.  They weren't at war, and he didn't want to get into that fight.  Just because Drageda was larger did not mean that Rusalka could be discounted.  Still, Drageda's numbers could not have swollen so large without breeding a certain kind of loyalty, and Tux was living proof.  You'd do well with us, you know.