Sleeping Dragon hollow body weather

@Freyja

 
The girl had grown considerably in the past months. She was beginning to take the shape that she would when she had reached full adulthood. The rich cinnamons had faded somewhat from her pelt, but the startling silver of her underside was as beautiful and dazzling as ever. Her top coat was cloaked in a dusty and pale brown. Still, flecks of the butterscotch coloring seemed to dapple her back and shoulders. Her eyes had shifted from the startling baby blue into a soft and light champagne coloration. The chaser of the storm was a peculiar contrast to her siblings. Freyja had taken the shape and coloring of their mother, where their brother and other sister were the yin and yang of the group. They did not look to belong to the same family.  
 
Thyri moved like a spectral ghost around the geysers of the pack. Her head was placed lower toward the earth and her pale gaze traveled along the plums of steam that rose from the ground. The fur along her neck and shoulders stood rigidly against the cold breeze that had infiltrated their lands. The breath of winter was upon them and it would not be long for the first snow to fall – the first snow of the young girl's life.