The black dragon cub used his two front paws to hug the cold silver dragon scale. Although the trace of magical power inside was depleted, weak to the point of almost being non-existent, with a dragon's keen senses, he could still feel a bit of residual magical fluctuation on the scale belonging to its ice-element silver dragon owner.
If it were in the past when his body was exhausted and starving, the black dragon cub wouldn't have said a second word, opening his snout to shove the scale straight into his mouth, crunching and chewing it up to replenish his stamina.
But the situation was different now. The black dragon cub decisively shook his head in refusal, let go of the scale, and said: "I won't eat it. I have gold coins to occasionally bite and the sweet golden syrup Jasmine gives me as daily snacks, which is enough to make me full."
