Crystal blue slit pupils slowly opened, and within Jonavili's eyes, excitement and curiosity flashed, followed closely by a sense of bewilderment.
"So... can someone tell me why I'm a silver-white hybrid but I'm not in a dragon's nest?!"
"Aren't metallic dragons supposed to take great care of their eggs and hatchlings?"
"Even then, chromatic dragons are supposed to look after their young until they can fend for themselves. Why am I out here struggling as a wyrmling?"
"But it's not all bad. Looking at these talents and abilities I've awakened, I should be following a dual path of physical and magical cultivation. Hehehe~"
"A noble mage and a tyrannical warrior... ehehehe~"
Jonavili parted her dragon snout in a goofy grin, her large pink tongue lolling out, but the round white dragon head quickly shook itself.
"No, no, how could I show such a foolish expression?"
Her crystal blue slit pupils scanned her pure white dragon scales, which glinted with a slight metallic luster, and she found her answer.
"It seems to be an instinctive reflex of this body. I didn't expect the powerful genes of a silver dragon to struggle so much against the innate silliness of a white dragon."
"Besides, my silver dragon traits aren't very obvious yet; they've been overshadowed by the white dragon ones. Hmm... maybe I just haven't grown into them yet. It'll be fine once I'm older."
With that thought, Jonavili already had a plan to escape her current predicament: waiting.
That's right, she would wait for predators to take the bait. She didn't know how long she had been lying there, but she was certain the scent of blood on her body had been carried away by the wind.
The scent of a dragon's blood was bound to attract many predators, allowing her to simply wait for the prey to come to her.
Jonavili slowly closed her eyes, her breathing steadying as she feigned unconsciousness.
She projected her perception, covering a fifty-meter radius. Within this range, any slight rustle or movement would be transmitted directly into her mind.
An hour passed before a hunter finally stepped into Jonavili's sensory range.
The corners of her dragon snout twitched upward slightly, but the expression vanished instantly, as if it were a mere hallucination.
Three blue-and-white gale magic wolves advanced cautiously toward Jonavili's position.
They stayed low to the ground, their movements deliberate and nearly silent.
If Jonavili hadn't extended her perception beforehand, they would have been difficult to detect.
In just a few seconds, the three gale magic wolves were barely twenty meters away from her.
Hiding in the bushes, they discovered a pure white beast lying at the source of the bloody scent.
Out of the instinct of low-level monsters, the sight of Jonavili immediately sparked the urge to flee.
However, seeing her injured state and smelling the blood that constantly stimulated their hunger, the three gale magic wolves forcibly suppressed their instincts.
After observing for a few more minutes and seeing that Jonavili remained motionless, the lead gale magic wolf could no longer contain itself and let out a howl.
A pale green wind blade shot toward Jonavili, leaving a shallow wound on her body.
Jonavili forced herself to suppress the urge to lunge; the pain radiating from her body made her vow to make these three magic wolves pay a bloody price.
Seeing that the white creature still didn't react after being attacked, the three magic wolves could no longer hold back and charged at Jonavili.
When it was less than five meters away, the lead gale magic wolf leaped high into the air, lunging for Jonavili's throat.
Suddenly, deep fear filled the wolf's eyes as a pair of cold, crystal blue dragon eyes swept over it. This was followed by the sound of air being torn as a chubby white dragon claw swiped toward it.
With a dull thud, Jonavili smashed the lead wolf's head, sending red splatter flying everywhere.
The gale magic wolf's corpse was slammed into the ground, deader than dead.
From the moment Jonavili moved to the lead wolf's death, barely a second had passed. The other two gale magic wolves tried to flee as soon as they realized things were wrong, but it was too late; they were already within Jonavili's attack range.
The white dragon snout opened wide, and within it, a bone-chilling Frost Breath had already coalesced.
A blue-and-white fan-shaped breath blasted out. After struggling for two seconds within the freezing mist, the two gale magic wolves let out miserable howls and expired.
Seeing this, Jonavili ended her attack. Feeling the gnawing hunger in her gut, she didn't care if it was raw meat or whether her mind accepted it; her crystal blue slit pupils narrowed into thin lines, driven entirely by instinct.
Her white dragon head began to tear into the mangled wolf corpse, swallowing large chunks whole.
During the meal, she bit into something hard, but her intense desire to eat forced her to swallow it directly, leaving her no time to wonder if it was a bone or something else.
In this manner, a gale magic wolf with a body length of 1.6 meters was completely devoured by Jonavili.
Only some scraps of fur and organs remained on the ground to prove a creature had once been there.
Her dragon tongue licked the warm blood from her snout; the wolf blood staining her pure white dragon head made her look even more ferocious and terrifying.
"I was actually quite resistant to eating raw meat, but I didn't expect it to taste so good."
Jonavili looked at the two gale magic wolves that had been frozen into ice sculptures and couldn't help but sigh.
"As expected, the intelligence of wolves isn't low at all."
She was only forty percent full now and needed more food.
Fortunately, with the replenishment of energy, the wounds on her body had begun to heal at a visible rate.
This was the power of a Dragon; even as a wyrmling, she possessed a recovery ability far beyond the reach of other low-level races.
Once she had recovered sufficiently, she had to deal with the massive rubble trapping her.
Jonavili looked at the rocks behind her and, without hesitation, swiped a claw at a boulder that stood five meters tall.
The dragon claw struck the boulder, leaving deep marks as cracks spread across its surface.
Jonavili narrowed her dragon eyes. She hadn't expected a single experimental swipe to be so effective, and she couldn't help but grin.
With another sound of rushing air, her claw struck the boulder again. The immense force was more than it could bear, and it shattered with a boom.
Shards of rock rained down on Jonavili's dragon body, but she didn't care in the slightest.
Having regained her freedom, she stood up, shook the dust from her scales, and tilted her head back to let out a roar.
"Awoo!~"
A cute, tender dragon roar escaped her throat, echoing beside the empty cliff.
Her crystal blue dragon eyes widened in shock, and she quickly covered her snout with her claws, blinking.
"Why does it sound so cute? Where's the majesty? The dominance? The soul-shaking power?"
"Forget it, forget it. Maybe I just haven't grown up yet. It'll get better once I'm older. Yeah, that's it."
Jonavili looked at the two ice sculptures, her expression turning goofy again.
"Ehehe~ delicious food, here I come."
Jonavili moved her chubby paws and walked toward the two frozen gale magic wolves.
Getting close, Jonavili ran into a problem.
"How am I supposed to eat these if they're frozen solid?"
Jonavili looked left and right, and her already somewhat slow brain suddenly hit upon an idea.
"Ehe, I might as well just eat them like this."
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