Sleeping Dragon the difference in the shades

 
Thyri had not lost herself, she had found a power within herself that was greater than anything she had experienced before.  
 
It would not have done her any good to try and describe the transition to Freyja. The silver girl was so wrapped up in her own ambitions and her attempt to climb into the favors of the leaders that she could not have seen the beauty of a pure instinctual nature. The youth of the storm had found that on her own. She could feel the tossing of the weather within her soul. There was no doubt about the path that was destined for her. Still, she doubted whether or not Freyja would be strong enough to endure it, should it be unleashed.  
 
"You let your new rank speak for you, Freyja, but it does not make you strong. It makes you foolish," she growled to her sibling in the tongue of the common wolf. Thyri could gain rank, but it would not guarantee to harden her soul. Soon, Freyja would understand that.