Sleeping Dragon the difference in the shades

Freyja knew all too much about instinct-- she just experienced it in different ways than her sister did. It was the thrill that she felt when she ended another creature’s life or the passion she felt when leading a hunting raid-- it was just as instinctual as the hurricane’s reign of solitude.

Though taken aback by her sister’s words, Frejya could not help but smile. “You are foolish,” she replied, slipping seamlessly into the common tongue. “How powerful is a wolf that wanders alone versus a wolf that wanders in numbers?” If there was anything that Freyja had an advantage of, it was in numbers.