Dragoncrest Cliffs So you found another way

Tagging @Prince but AW !

In the night, he felt most comfortable, moving freely whilst many slept. It was the easiest time for him, when he was least at risk of running into another body; Hvitserk did not hate those he shared a home with, he simply wasn’t the type to actively seek out companionship or social interactions of any kind. The only one to ever be accepted at all times, no matter the circumstances, had been Freyja—she was, by far, his more favoured sister. He adored her with all his heart and had not once passed up an opportunity to be at her side, and that was how his childhood had been spent; following her as they helped one another out, with her handling all social exchanges. She was his voice—but now they were apart, and he had to learn to function on his own.

The troubles surrounding what he knew he should do kept him from straying beyond that which he was used to; he moved mostly at night or when others were not around—the exception being Portia, whose role in his life as a child had earned her a permanent spot on his list of trusted individuals, to the point where he could speak to her as freely as he needed to—and generally kept to himself or, in the very least, out of sight. Yet tonight, as he patrolled the southern border, he did not intentionally hide or make any other efforts to conceal his presence; he considered himself neutral, neither seeking nor avoiding contact as he reinforced the border by both urinating and rubbing himself on anything he happened across.