The Tangle she told him to take care of me

Raleska’s immediate reaction to having most of her freight-train questions turned to drivebys was to pin her ears in sour silence. Tux took a step closer, his gaze burgeoned with something that almost seemed predatory. Raleska didn’t like it, and could feel a coldness climb it’s way up her neck. 

Instinctively her hackles rose, and her posture seemed to respond to the looming threat his single step forward had presented. Yet she couldn’t help but find the flaw in his words about traitors and how to treat them. Just like her mother, Raleska’s mouth often got the better of her. 

And how is that working for you? She challenged, probing the weakness she found in his — Drageda’s — logic. It sounds like it isn’t. Cause if it was, you wouldn’t have ‘examples’. You’d just have the one. ‘Example’. 

If anything, you hurting them just shows the better wolves to leave faster. I bet it just pushes them right out the door. She finished, and her gaze lifted to his in fiery defiance, however small he made her feel.