Is this a murder mystery?

Modesty couldn't help but grin at the assessment of their girls, despite the anxiety that coiled in her gut. Both were on more stable ground than Deluge at the moment, but that was a problem she would save for another day. She follows Gil to their room and settles on the furs with a relieved relaxing of her shoulders, leaning into his embrace and trying to force her racing mind to slow. She even yawned. "I agree, they don't seem too keen on outsiders, although why you would squeeze yourself up on the borders of three hostile packs if you wanted to keep to yourself..."

It wasn't her monkeys, nor her circus. She shook her head with a sigh. "I'm sure we'll hear about it soon enough if they mean ill with all those eyes on them though." Problems for another time, no point dwelling on it, there wasn't anything she could do right now, and the problems of the world at large weren't hers to fix.

She didn't fight when her lids grew heavy, head dropping to the furs, confident that the pack and all her problems would still be there when they awoke.

"speech"