With a decision made, Jonavili immediately put it into practice.
Finding a convenient spot to start, her white dragon snout opened wide, and she began to feast.
"Mmm~ not bad, the taste of frozen meat is... fresh!"
Before long, Jonavili began to sample an entire gale magic wolf, but this time she ate more meticulously than before and quickly discovered a mana core emitting magical fluctuations.
Jonavili lifted her dragon head and reached out a claw to extract the mana core, her crystal blue dragon eyes beginning to scan it carefully.
The entire mana core was roughly diamond-shaped, emitting a faint green magical glow.
After observing it for a moment, Jonavili quickly lost interest and popped it into her mouth, followed by the sound of crunching.
"Mmm~ crunchy, not bad, it has a faint fragrance."
After finishing the mana core, Jonavili continued to devour the gale magic wolf.
Once she had eaten her fill, she left the last remaining wolf as a reserve supply.
A sense of fullness reached her mind, followed closely by a drowsy sleepiness and a feeling of laziness.
There was no helping it; true dragons were like this—once full, they became lazy and wanted to sleep, all driven by natural instinct.
Although energy levels are higher during the wyrmling stage, they require even more sleep to recover spent energy and to grow.
Resisting the intense sleepiness, Jonavili walked to the cliff face and began to dig a hole with her claws.
The hard rock was like a shoddy construction project under her sharp dragon claws, crumbling with a single swipe.
Soon, a small cave capable of accommodating Jonavili appeared before her.
Disregarding everything else, Jonavili turned around, aimed her large white backside at the small cave, and performed a perfect reverse park.
Her thick, chubby, tapered dragon tail curled beside her as Jonavili closed her eyes, let out a yawn, and fell into a deep sleep.
"Goodnight~"
............
When the horizon turned the color of a fish's belly and the pale golden morning light spilled over the land, everything in this magical world began to wake.
The white dragon sleeping in the small cave lay sprawled out, her pink tongue lolling out and crystalline dragon saliva dripping onto the ground, forming a small puddle.
Her round belly rose and fell steadily with the dragon's breathing.
Jonavili was woken by the chirping of birds; her consciousness gradually returned, and she turned over irritably.
"Let me sleep a little longer, mgh~"
Jonavili's protest went unnoticed by the birds, and the chirping continued unabated.
She tossed and turned several times until she finally could not stand it anymore, opening her crystal blue slit pupils as they narrowed into thin lines.
"Damn it, I'll kill you all!"
Jonavili stood up angrily, but she forgot the size of the cave; as soon as she stood, she slammed her head into the ceiling, forcing her back down with a face full of annoyance.
Did it hurt? Not really; after all, the defense of her scales was right there.
It was just that Jonavili felt it was too embarrassing, but fortunately, through this series of actions, the sleepiness in her mind completely faded.
She slowly crawled out of the cave and watched a few birds hopping on the branches, her pupils narrowing again.
Perhaps sensing danger, several sparrows flew away noisily.
Her open white dragon snout slowly closed, and Jonavili gave a cold snort.
"Hmph, consider yourselves lucky."
With that, a gnawing hunger came from her gut; Jonavili was hungry again.
Dragons were like that; their powerful stomachs allowed them to quickly digest any food they consumed.
Jonavili walked over to the remains of the gale magic wolf from yesterday, lunging her dragon head forward to swallow it whole.
But this bit of food was only enough to take the edge off her hunger; not only did it fail to satisfy her stomach, but it actually stimulated her appetite.
Jonavili sighed and took to the air, picking a random direction.
She did not plan on coming back; after all, food here was too scarce and certainly could not satisfy the consumption of a dragon.
She needed to find a river or a lake; as long as there was a water source, she would not have to worry about food.
It would be even better if it were a lake near a plain; that way, Jonavili's diet could be greatly improved.
Since Jonavili was only a wyrmling, her own strength was not great, and she could even be considered somewhat weak at the moment.
Therefore, she maintained a low-altitude flight to avoid encountering avian monsters and being left helpless.
After flying for more than two hours, Jonavili spotted a river in the distance.
It was a relatively slow-moving, calm body of water, with a width estimated to be about twenty meters.
The water was clear, and there were many amphibious and herbivorous monsters around; more importantly, the opposite bank looked like a plain, which excited Jonavili and caused her to unconsciously speed up.
Tired? That did not exist; Jonavili's physical body was inherently powerful, and she could sustain such a long flight for at least six hours.
Not to mention, she would glide from time to time.
After flying for a few minutes, Jonavili arrived above the river, but she did not rush down, instead circling above to observe.
'It's a very suitable place for long-term residence.'
Jonavili's thoughts settled as her dragon head looked around.
'Forget it, I'll look for a suitable nesting spot later; the priority is filling my stomach.'
With that, Jonavili began to scan the area below; many monsters had already noticed the white wyrmling circling in the sky and assumed defensive postures.
After observing carefully for a while, Jonavili selected a frenzied bull that was walking with a limp and began her hunting plan.
However, water buffalo generally lived in herds and possessed basic intelligence.
Injured members like this were usually protected near the center.
But this was no challenge for Jonavili; upon seeing these frenzied bulls, the draconic inheritance in her mind began an automatic analysis.
[Frenzied bull, a herd-living herbivorous bovine known for its brute strength, prone to anger, and possessing a strong sense of territory.
However, these bulls are relatively timid and can be startled into chaos.
The meat of a frenzied bull is delicious and makes for good food; if possible, I'd like to ranch them, but it feels like too much trouble. ——Blue Dragon Sager.]
The analysis appearing in her mind made Jonavili grin her dragon snout, and with her body still stained with wolf blood, she looked even more terrifying.
Without hesitation, Jonavili began to dive, her dragon snout opening slightly.
Frost Breath coalesced within her maw, and a linear breath poured down, striking the limping bull.
"Moo!!"
Frost quickly froze over the skin of the attacked bull, and the immense pain caused it to let out a miserable bellow.
Seeing this, the other frenzied bulls stopped eating and quickly discovered Jonavili, who had launched the attack.
They did not retreat, instead letting out one bellow after another, looking ready to counterattack at any moment.
Jonavili attacked again, a fan-shaped Frost Breath pouring down; a large group of frenzied bulls were hit, and the pain caused them to begin scurrying chaotically within the herd.
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