Black Moon, with a look of contempt, angled her head down to meet the ice-blue gaze of the creature before her. She tilted her chin slightly and snarled, "And why would I ever listen to a lowly iceworm like you?" Her voice was cold and sharp, echoing through the cave. She knew that IceWings held a deep-seated resentment towards her, not only because of her NightWing lineage, but also due to the animosity between their tribes. Yet, she felt no remorse for something she had no part in causing.

The ice-blue dragon stuttered, his scales bristling with agitation. "Well, that scavenger is mine, no matter what. Give it to me," he demanded, his tone laced with hostility. It was evident that he despised her as much as she did him, but he had the audacity to claim the creature as his possession.

Before the tension could escalate further, a sand-colored dragon with a touch of warmth in his eyes slithered into the confrontation, his movements smooth as desert sand. A gold earring, adorned with an orange amber teardrop, dangled from one ear, complementing the few dark brown freckles that stood out against the sandy hue of his snout. His tail, equipped with deadly barbs, lay coiled safely, but it twitched restlessly as it sensed the aggression in the air.

"Hey now, no need for the rough stuff, you two," the SandWing called out, his voice a soothing rumble. He nodded towards the Black Moon and introduced himself. "The name's Qibli, and the scary one with the sharp claws is Winter. What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?"

 Black Moon raised an eyebrow and shared a knowing look with her sister, the Moon. She curved her neck regally and announced, "Black Moon," her voice carrying an air of royalty. She then cast her gaze upon the creature who had fallen silent, her eyes gleaming with an eerie glow. "This your pet, then?" she sneered, and Winter nodded, opening his serrated talons, ready to receive the scavenger.

Qibli, noticing the tension, sighed heavily and nudged his friend with his elbow. "Winter, buddy, calm down. You need to realize she's bigger than both of us combined," he said, trying to diffuse the situation with a touch of humor. "Unless you enjoy wrestling with larger females?"

Winter's scales flushed a deep shade of blue, but he refrained from responding to Qibli's jab. Instead, he took the scavenger from Black Moon gently, wincing as he realized that his talons had become sticky from the mashed mango she had been holding.

"Ew, you got him all sticky," he complained, turning to face Black Moon, who was now eyeing him curiously.

She snickered, "Sorry," she grunted, not bothering to hide her amusement.

Winter, irritated, marched over to the stream and dunked the trembling scavenger into the icy water. As he did so, Black Moon's mind whispered a warning, sending a shiver of pure, icy terror through the creature's thoughts. She didn't dare let them know she could hear the thoughts of others; it wasn't uncommon for her kind, but she knew that such abilities could make her a target.

Keeping her mind-reading skills a secret, she stepped closer to her sister, Moon, and wrapped a protective wing around her. Her gaze never left Winter, who had brought the small dragon up from the water. "Here," she offered, extending her talons, which had not a trace of stickiness on them. 

"Why would I trust you?" Winter demanded suspiciously, his eyes narrowed.

"Because I don't wish to harm him," Black Moon replied coolly, then stepped away from Moon. She tossed her sister a reassuring look, silencing her desperate pleas in her head.

Without warning, Black Moon leaned closer to the scavenger and allowed her tongue to touch the blue fire dancing at the tip. The dragon watched, frozen with fear, as she held out her tongue for the creature to make contact. Qibli, noticing the change in Winter's demeanor, held up a talon to halt any hasty actions. "Look," he urged, his voice calm and steady.

The two dragons watched in amazement as the scavenger, with a quiver of hope, touched Black Moon's tongue. Instantly, the blue fire engulfed him, and he began to dry off, his shivering subsiding. The dragon's eyes widened with astonishment and relief as the flames didn't burn but instead brought warmth to his chilled form.

"What just happened?" Moon exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of wonder and skepticism. The entire cave had gone silent, their attention drawn to the bizarre display.

Black Moon smiled, a hint of pride in her eyes. "That's how I kept you warm on those cold, wet nights in the rainforest, Moon," she said, her voice echoing through the cavern. "I licked you dry with the blue fire."

The revelation left Moon speechless, and she stared at her sister in awe. It was a secret she had kept well-guarded, a gift from their mother that had allowed them to survive the harsh jungle conditions. The scavenger looked up at Black Moon with newfound respect, and even Winter's gaze softened slightly.

The air in the cave remained tense, but the immediate threat had dissipated. Black Moon knew she had gained some form of control over the situation, and she was prepared to use her unique abilities to protect herself and her sister, even if it meant keeping her true nature hidden from the dragons around her.

With a gentle yet firm assertion, she uttered, "Release your grip, Moon," as she carefully selected a cow's leg from the heap of carcasses before her. This pile was the bounty of a successful hunt, a testament to the collaborative efforts of several SandWing dragons gathered in the central hub of the prey storage. Grasping the leg securely in her mighty talons, she swiftly propelled herself into action, beckoning Moon to follow her lead. The young dragon, still in a state of astonishment, found himself drawn along by her sheer force of will, unable to resist the urgency in her movement.

In that moment, a profound realization struck both Qibli and Winter simultaneously. They had always believed that NightWings, the enigmatic and often feared tribe of dragons, were incapable of delving into the thoughts of others. Yet the seamless way in which these two unidentified dragons had anticipated their unspoken concerns felt uncanny. It was as if an invisible thread of understanding connected their minds, allowing them to perceive the tumult of questions and doubts swirling within.

The question now plaguing their minds was twofold. Firstly, how was it possible that these NightWings, or at least the dragons they assumed to be NightWings, could navigate the labyrinth of their thoughts so adeptly? This trait was widely known to be beyond the typical NightWing's abilities. Secondly, and perhaps even more confounding, was the identity of the dragon who had claimed to be a Night Fury. The very existence of such a creature was a myth, whispered about in the shadows of their world—a legend shrouded in mystery for eons.

As they watched her glide effortlessly through the air, towing Moon along with a gentle yet insistent tug, Qibli and Winter couldn't help but ponder the authenticity of her claim. Was she truly the fabled Night Fury they had heard about in whispers and ancient tales, or was it merely a clever ruse to disarm and deceive them? The implications of her being an actual Night Fury were staggering, suggesting that the boundaries of their understanding of the dragon world were about to be shattered.

Their thoughts raced as they digested the peculiar situation they found themselves in. The dragon who had introduced herself as Moon displayed an unsettling insight into their private contemplations, leaving them to wonder if she was indeed one of the rare NightWings rumored to possess such a gift. It was a gift that could either foster trust or manipulate and control, and they weren't quite certain which path she intended to tread.

Yet, as they were drawn out of the prey center—the very heart of the dragons' communal feeding ground—they couldn't shake the feeling that the truth was about to reveal itself. Whispers of doubt grew louder in their minds as they grappled with the potential consequences of their encounter with these elusive and powerful beings. The dragons continued to glide through the air, the wind rushing past them as they left the safety and familiarity of the cave behind, each lost in their own tumultuous sea of thoughts and questions.