When You Reach the Clouds... What Then? [Patrol]

He smiled as she said she’d try and find Aslaug. His adoptive cousin could use some in-pack friends, since her -family had gone, and Nolan… well, Nolan was gone, too. Dead. Not gone. Dead. Don’t honey coat it for yourself, Cai. He knew the pangs would ease someday. His mother’s death had been a blow, but he’d bounced back. But maybe it was because Nolan had been so… young. And healthy.

His mother had been elderly, and verging on it when she’d become pregnant with himself and his siblings. And she’d fallen ill after a bear hunt had injured her. Nolan was neither of those things. Accidents can happen to everyone. Look at yourself. You fell off a mountain and very truly could have died. Death makes no distinctions.

Rhaegara’s shock brought a bark of laughter from the man. “If I hadn’t been wearing it at the time, they might have eaten me. But yeah, it sounds like a long, bizarre dream. Enito assures me it all happened.”

His head cocked, eyes scanning beyond the wall to the plains, and the distant rocks, though a snow storm was rolling in. He was pretty sure the visibility would drop like a stone through water in no time.

“So how about you? What have you been up to since the festival? Exploring?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think