Ankyra Sound sharp edges

Hell yes she would like to leave, but her words hadn't been an agreement to.  Rather, they'd been in line with Illidan's own.  They could leave, but no one would follow.  Including Erzulie, who she would not leave without.

A temporary departure of the mothers was a good idea, and she thought on that for a moment.  Could she perhaps convince her wife to only temporarily quit the sound, at least until they knew the repercussions of the previous alpha's attack had blown over?  It might be worth it to attempt.

Illidan's words were unfair... and missed the point.  He said only the pregnant would leave, she said, looking at him sharply.  Unless you'd rather we stay and fight?  She could likely do so, but every injury would take her a step closer to losing the life in her.

And no one doubts you talking to her.  But as you said, your mother does what she thinks is best.  There's no taking back what she's already done.  She'd let the Drageda wolf return to the cliffs and, alive or dead, there would likely be a reckoning.  Talking now wasn't going to do any good.  Unless Drageda for some reason decided to ignore this act of aggression, the choices were fight or leave.