Sleeping Dragon the difference in the shades

 
The child of the storm had found a strange stirring that had erupted inside of her youthful body. She had grown to know the stretch of the pack. She had explored it on her own and it had taken her away from the family den and her siblings. Perhaps this was the reason that she wasn't as close with them as she should have been. Granted, there was a large portion of her that was protective of their wellbeing, but Thyri had transitioned into a child of the wild. The stormchaser had transitioned into a creature who thrived on instinct above all else. Her heart beat for her to be on top – to succeed – and to fight for what she wanted. The young child's heart thrummed with the beating of the storm. She was the crack of lightning and the roll of thunder embodied in a stiff-limbed child with pale caramel eyes.  
 
When she caught sight of Freyja, a bad taste settled onto her tongue. The youth narrowed her brows at her sibling and attempted to move forward and dart right past her. She was not certain how successful she would be.