Sleeping Dragon grave drive

@Freyja - set on the edges of the pack

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The child was full of life and it had all occurred quite suddenly. She had felt the twisting of her soul from within the ranks of the dragon pack, but she had never truly understood why it was that she felt such a way. It was not until she had taken her leap of faith and proven to be free that it had found her: the taste of the wild. Thyri was enthralled with the Tartok wolves, and she had every intention of remaining with them. The only thing she knew she was required to do was to bid her family farewell… and to speak to her slate-cloaked sister.
 
Their relationship had not been a good one. Once, they had started strong and close, but time had pulled many things from them and had – in turn – tugged against the two children. They had found themselves becoming two vastly different beings, and it had caused them to quickly become estranged. Still, the storm-born knew that she owed this much to Freyja: tell her of the outside world. Tell her how great it is to taste freedom. She ran with the force of the winds and her lengthy limbs carried her from the hinterlands back to the stout and rocky home of the Drageda wolves. The scent of their lands had faded from her body, but still lingered there and she wondered if it was wise to cross the marked path. After a moment, Thyri decided that she would remain on the opposite side of the border and called for her sister. Freyja would be the only one she would speak to on that day.

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