Sleeping Dragon bring me the horizon

Ste yuj. She blinked at her sister’s remark, her frown deepening as Thyri looked on with gentle eyes. She wanted to be brave in that moment but she was falling short in the bravery department. Her head fell to her outstretched paws and another whine seeped from her dark lips as she attempted to rustle up some bravery from within herself. Thyri was always the brave one when it came to everything. She was the one to explore the most, to lead whenever the puppies played-- she was practically made of confidence! Freyja, obviously, was not.

“Ha?” she whispered frailly, a tremble meeting the end of her question. How could she be brave when she felt so afraid?