Sleeping Dragon the difference in the shades

 
Freyja moved in the same manner, attempting to make herself as large as Thyri. For a moment, it was fuel for the fire in the stormchaser's belly. The young feral took a final step forward, just as the words were falling from her sister's lips, and she felt the final cog click in her mind. Freyja was not a threat; she was weak and boasted strength that she did not possess. This was the reason for the thunder child's immediate change in disposition. It was almost dramatic, the switch in mood.  
 
Instead of throwing herself into a fight that she knew would grant her victor, her wolfish features crinkled into a snicker. Thyri's fangs emerged in the laugh of disgrace, as her head shook from side to side. She did not even grant her sister words. Instead, she snorted in a manner that would provide her feelings without fail. Her thoughts on the silver-furred girl were clear. Her expression spoke one thought: pathetic.