Dragoncrest Cliffs You had other plans

Being separated from his sister left him with an empty space in his heart, creating a sense of longing that was bound to live on with him throughout the rest of his life. Someday, perhaps he may learn to live with it but, for now, it physically hurt him to speak of his sister—especially when he reminded himself of how he’d given up on his search for her. It was difficult to describe exactly how he felt, so he chose not to. He kept it to himself, swallowing down the whimper that threatened to escape his throat when he heard Freyja’s name slip passed her lips; he would learn to cope in time—he had to.

Hvitserk’s ears fell flat against his head at her tone, despite what was said. There were many reasons why he was nothing like Goliath but, at the same time, there were similarities between them: they’d both abandoned the pack, betrayed their home. And even though the giant had done much worse than him, the yearling felt as if he was more at fault, for he’d left his family behind, too. He did not argue with her, however, merely nodded his head in false acceptance of her words and then cast his gaze elsewhere. “Glad to be back…” he murmured, trailing off towards the end. He missed his sister terribly but he was also happy to have been reunited with Portia, as well as to be back home; still, it felt as if his heart had been torn in half, the other part destined to forever remain with Freyja.