Is this a murder mystery?

If he wasn’t busy training pups or spending time with Modesty, he was making rounds. With the second brood at a year old and ready to lead raids, he could take a break and rebuild his strength. Rebuild his mind. Or… continue to worry and be paranoid about all the endless risks there were. It didn’t much help that they hadn’t seen Jael or Tide or Davey or even Dread. Where the fuck had the boy been when Deluge had birthed their pups? His second set of grand pups and no father to be around? Beneath his pelt, his fury for the Fatalis burned brighter and deeper. Of course they couldn’t be trusted.

Gilgamesh’s mind stewed on these things. On the hole in his heart where Jael had been. On the safety of pups. On how Deluge was faring without her partner in crime. His face is drawn tight, muscles bunched, his gait clipped as he crosses from the moor into the ravine. With the sun rising along the border, it was time for some sort of sleep. Other would awaken soon and that allowed him some relief to know he could safely doze off until he was needed.

But soon he would be stopped in his tracks, yellow eyes drawn to Modesty. His heart sinks when he sees her. Sees how distraught she is. The concern lacing over her own expression and he knows exactly why. A sigh escapes him as he approaches, his muzzle coming up to nudge her neck gently so she too would stop pacing. “I’ve checked every border. Unless they fell into the fjord during a storm, they must’ve gone across the waters,” Gilgamesh begins, keeping close to Modesty both for her comfort and his own.

“Should we send word to the Hallows? Ask if they’ve found anyone recently?” He questions, seeking Modesty’s gaze for some sort of answer. After a beat, he clears his throat and says another hard thing that makes him glad Deluge isn’t in the vicinity. “Dread’s scent left over the border, but has since to return,” his tone is quiet, eyes flicking upward toward the treehouses where surely Deluge would be resting with her own brood of pups.