Stone Circle can't fight this feeling

She listened in silence, wondering what exactly had happened with Amber, and why she had left. Oddly, the thought of being left alone by someone that was so important to you, as she wondered about the smaller children, resonated and made her vaguely uncomfotable. She blinked when Steady uttered the word, murdered, and she was snapped out of her thoughts. A murderer? The thought had her more angry then afraid, especially as Steady continued. 

He had killed the murder, she realized as he continued, which made them both murderers, did it not? Murdering was something generally frowned upon, and she knew the act to be one of the worst a wolf could commit upon another, but what if it was in reason? Obviously troubled by the morals behind it all, her gaze grew cloudy as she continued to listen, wondering at the appearence of murders at their borders. 

Mirabelle's mother was both the murder and the murdered? She blinked at the thought, sudden thoughts of Valette murdered bring a pain to her chest. But she vanished the thoughts quickly, for Valette would never murder someone, and thus did not need to be murdered. Still, she was troubled, by this and the grey lady in her thoughts, but the tale of the murderer trumped that for the time being. She rather liked Chaska, for he had been the one to hunt with her one day, and the thought that he had left with the murderer's daughter had her worried. She did not speak, merely lay her head on her paws once more, dismal.

"Who did she murder?" she asked, for she remembered blurred family members of times past, for she considered the whole of the pack to be such to her. It was an  unnerving thought to think death had been that thing that had reduced them to nothing but murky memories in her mind. Perhaps a name would allow one of the murky faces to become a someone, but truly she was only looking for something to say in the face of Steady's tale.