Ankyra Sound sharp edges

It was good to hear that at least one other in this pack agreed with her.  They definitely could fight them, as Caiaphas had well demonstrated.  But doing so did not end well for either side, and in the end, what would be left even if they did 'win'?

He shot down her earlier words and her single ear flicked in recognition, but she didn't argue the point.  She knew what their mercy was like and she'd been angry when she'd said those words.  If there was an alternative, she would like to hear it.

Leaving was what she had wanted to do from the first, but as Illidan quickly argued, she knew it wouldn't happen.  Not as long as they still wanted a pack following.  I don't understand the attachment to this place.  But I doubt we would get many to follow. She added to Illidan's statement, clearly annoyed.  Pregnancy was no reason not to move; she and Erzulie had traveled in worse state than this when necessary.  She didn't like that his words used their future children as a reason to stay and fight versus a drive to leave.

What's best? She let out a laugh, though it was clearly incensed.  Well then, doesn't that make me feel better.  Drageda will come and I'll be able to do nothing, for Erzulie or myself, but at least Caiaphas is true to herself.  

She didn't want to direct her anger at Illidan, but lately, it was so hard to find who should be the focus of it.  Maybe because the real focus was herself.  This was a mistake, she thought, glancing at her rounding sides with a deeply growing regret.  She should never have let go of her sense.