Ankyra Sound lost at sea

Tunerk was oblivious enough to not recognize he had not answered her question as she had posed it, and nodded to his words as he spoke them. Tunerk was more attached to others than she was to land, but that attachment extended to their desires. As Illidan spoke it, Tunerk unwittingly adopted a measure of his mothers attitude. Why should we leave? Came a passing thought... and then it went. Illidan did not wish to fight his mother on it; she felt he had plenty of strength, and if Illidan were passionate enough himself he would try to do something. If Illidan was an apathetic wolf, Tunerk had yet to learn this about him.

His sigh preceded a question, and she thought on it for a moment. In the matters of war, Tunerk was far from wise or well-learned. All that she did know of it came from her time here. They were still standing, were they not?

Fight back, I suppose, she answered, entirely serious, and went on: and stick together. Let them loom while we live, Tunerk shrugged at that. What else was there to do? Tunerk did not know what it was to be afraid, having never experienced the fangs of an enemy before—so she was entirely naive to the true depth of her words... but she meant them. She had faced the cruel whims of nature and had been beaten by storms; Tunerk, young and bold, believed she had better odds against a wolf, at least.