Ankyra Sound sharp edges

Straight up, she did not believe him.  But it didn't seem worth it to argue, and suddenly, she was extremely tired of this conversation.  Tired in general, really.

He'd talk to her, which would do nothing, and then they would do more nothing, and then next time they crossed paths, someone would end up dead.  They'd all end up dead.

Okay, was all she said, short and curt.  She was agitated, but the whole thing didn't have a clear answer.  That was the entire problem right? No solution seemed to be the right one for the majority of the pack, and she had no idea what to do about it.  Leaving was the only clear choice in her mind, but how did you explain that to wolves so rabidly in love with stretch of sand and a few old tunnels?