Ankyra Sound and welcomes little lasses in

cowards, he thought with a glare toward the high cliff. what kind of creatures would boast that they were strong when they behaved in such ways? that they would steal a member of another pack and hold them hostage in their fortress on the hill. it was pompous and pathetic; illidan saw only that the wolves on the cliffs were sad creatures with little capability. there was likely little that would change this speculation. they had given him only a few things to base his opinion on, and none of them had been good.
 
illidan did not need to know them to know that they were weak without each other. if he could get them alone, he imagined that they would not be capable of much. with that as a thought, he turned his sights to svalinn and frowned. “then we will have to pick them off and dwindle their numbers,” the young ghost remarked.