Ankyra Sound i kill with my heart

caiaphas' slim ear bent towards her son, absorbing the tone. he seemed tired -- dreadfully tired. her hawkbit gaze assessed his features momentarily, and then moved to her paws in grim silence.

he was so young to have such a grave disposition. as sorrowful as it was to witness a childhood lost, caiaphas still had nothing but high hopes for illidan's command: he was respectful, he was experienced, and he was far more resilient than he knew. of her brood, he showed the most promise as a leader, for he was not as rash as svalinn and not as quick to fight as raleska.

"you've done well." she muttered, fixing him with an approving gaze. "and not to worry. we go nowhere. pregnant women cannot run, and are easily butchered. they are either full of hot air, as men in desperate times often are, or they will see their folly in the morning."