He hadn't entirely figured out why exactly he was going to see Acere, but he seemed to be all his mother could think about since they went to see him a while ago and as much as she wanted to go see him again, he just kept insisting that it was a bad idea. He didn't want to keep disappointing her, but the last trip had worn her out so badly that she didn't leave the den for several days after they got back. It just seemed like her heath was just swaying so wildly from day to day and one day she would be completely fine and another day she would seem too frail to even leave her den. On one hand he understood that if she was going to live out her last days to the fullest then maybe it was worth it to help her explore this relationship with Acere more, but he was also selfish in wanting her to live for as long as possible so he could continue to keep her with him. Either way he didn't feel like he was going to win and he wasn't sure what he could do to solve it. He sighed to himself as he walked further north on his way to Winterfell. He figured maybe if he could talk the situation over with the man they could figure out some kind of middle ground where they could meet without her needing to go all the way north to do it or maybe set up a regular time for him to visit Valhalla instead. He wanted his mother to be happy, but he wanted her to be safe while she did it. In an effort to make the trip at least a bit more interesting and less arduous, he had taken a bit of a detour to explore up through a bit of the mountainous region that stood between their two packs. He had spotted the waterfall in the distance and he'd gravitated toward it curiously. The roar of the water filled his ears as he got closer and there was a bit of fog surrounding the whole thing. It had been a pretty gray and dreary day for the most part, but it had been mostly warm as well which really just meant that it was muggy and foggy and over all just not a great day to be out traveling. His pale gaze turned up toward the top of the falls and he wondered if perhaps the air would be any cooler up there... plus he was curious about what the view from there would look like and that was really all the convincing the young, adventurous male needed to make the climb. As he worked his way up the rocky mountain side, he was pretty careful with his accent, though his paws did slip a couple of times on the rocks that were slick from a recent rain and the misty fog that surrounded the falls. It took him a while to reach the top, but once he did he was glad he had. He walked along the river that fed into the largest of the falls till he reached the edge of the cliff where the water tumbled off into the empty air and he looked with awe at the view that this vantage point gave him. He could look over a good portion of the northern portion of Boreas from here and it was absolutely beautiful. It was a portion of the continent he hadn't really had a chance to explore as of yet, but perhaps while he was up here speaking with Acere he'd take an extra day to do a bit of exploring before he made his way back. Nolan edged a bit closer to the cliff face as his thrill seeking side convinced him to take a peek over the edge of the falls to see just how far down the pool of water at the bottom was. He chuckled a little as he crouched down to make sure he didn't slip right off of the rocks as he peeked over the steep cliff. Then with just a slight crumbling sound that could just barely be heard over the sound of the water fall to act as a warning, the rocks beneath his front feet suddenly disappeared. He tried to scramble backward, but he wasn't quite fast enough. There was a moment where he felt like he was hanging mid air and then all at once the world came rushing back toward him. He fell head over heels down the side of the mountain, falling several feet before hitting another outcrop of rocks and bouncing back into the air until he finally reached the ground next to the pool at the bottom of the falls. That first strike of his head against the rocks had mercifully knocked him out so he didn't feel the rest of his tumble down the cliff, but by the time he reached the bottom his body was far too broken to repair and his breathing had stopped. He easily sank into blackness and took his worries with him. "Talk"

Even though he hadn't ended up going to see his family in Valhalla after all, the quick tour through Boreas had still given him plenty of time to think and clear his mind. There was still some more for him to consider and think about, but he didn't feel nearly as overwhelmed as he once had. Perhaps all he had needed was a change of pace and scenery... or maybe the escape from responsibility had just given him a false sense of calm and when he got back it would all come rushing back him. "I don't know why you're so unsure. Your only purpose in this world is to continue our bloodline... But you can't even do that correctly it seems. You haven't even made her one of us." He stopped mid step as the voice came rushing through his mind and he grit his teeth. It was the first time they had spoken that strongly since his encounter with the bear and he had actually begun to believe that he had somehow tamed them with that. Of course that had been a fool's dream, but it had been a wish and a home none of the less. Pushing it aside, he swung his path toward the sound of the falls just in the hope that the sound of the roaring water might help to fill his mind and drown out any other lingering demons that might come to pile onto his doubts. As he grew close to the waterfall, an unexpected scent caught his attention, the metallic tang of blood mixing with the damp air. It immediately put him on high alert and he carefully moved closer to the falls with his two-toned eyes scanning the area for any danger. As he got closer, he didn't find any danger - but he did find a familiar figure that made his blood run cold. As soon as his mind decided that it really was his cousin, he rushed forward to his side but his question of if Nolan was okay died in his throat. The way that his body was twisted and mangled told him all that he needed to know even before he pressed his paw to the male's neck and felt just how cold his body was. He had to assume and hope that Nolan had at least died on impact instead of laying here suffering if for no other reason than his own peace of mind. He glanced up the rocky cliff side and could almost make out the path his body had taken on the way down. He swallowed hard and pulled a trembling paw away from his cousin's body as he looked back down at the gray and white form, his ears folding back against his head. He had to tell Baine. She had to know. That was the only thought that kept running though his mind. First though, he knew he had to do something with Nolan's body. Getting it back to Valhalla was going to be impossible on his own and he was certain that by the time he got to his family's pack to get help scavengers were going to take it. Gritting his teeth against the idea of what he was going to have to do, he began to look around for somewhere that he could burry his body. The answer came in a section of pine trees maybe a dozen feet away from where he was currently standing. He carefully removed the gold chain with the pink stone pendant from the male's neck and set it off to the side before picking up the body by the scruff and taking him over to the secluded clearing. After quite a bit of time, the deed was done and Nolan was safely underground with a fairly large, out of place rock to mark the place of his grave. He wasn't sure if his aunt would want to come to visit this place or not, but he wanted to make sure she would be able to find it if she did. He went back to the pool of water at the bottom of the falls and washed off all of the dirt and blood that had gotten on him in the process and once that was done he fell back onto his haunches, his body trembling lightly as he began to process everything that had happened in the last few hours. It was nearly dark now and his muscles ached from the journey he had taken and the work he had just put in to dig a grave, but when he glanced toward the necklace that was laying on top of a near by rock he knew his job wasn't done. He forced himself back to his paws and tiredly picked up the necklace as he went back the way he came, back toward Valhalla. "Talk" Think