Sleeping Dragon the difference in the shades

 
Freyja almost swelled with pride as she attempted to return a response. Thyri listened to her sibling with an expression that lacked any emotion. Her left ear flicked lazily at the sound of the silver girl's voice, but she was listening, and intently. The words did not make much sense to her, but perhaps it was the manner in which she processed things. It was her own train of thought that carried her a step sideways. Her pale gaze trailed back over to her sister and she frowned as Freyja finished her speech. She was not certain if it was intended to be rousing – if she should feel a comradery with her family and her pack upon hearing it.  
 
"No, Frey," she growled with a stern narrowing of her eyebrows. "I cannot see your strength when you are surrounded by others. I see your strength when you are alone and frightened... and I have seen your fear. You are not strong on your own, so you are not strong when you are with others," she then rattled. It was the most that she had spoken in some time, but the words were necessary.