Sleeping Dragon wildwood

Unfortunately, he did not drop the poison ivy. She didn't know if he realized that the source of his discomfort was in fact coming from the leaves he held so tightly in his jaws or not. This much irratation would take a while to heal, and by holding the ivy in his mouth even longer, it would just complicate the matter. Not to mention the contact he made with the plant while scratching, which could spread the rash even more. Lucia groaned.

She paused, noticing that the pup seemed on edge, his eyes darting around as if he were in search of something. What was he looking for? Someone else to help him? That's when he bolted past her unexpectedly, going surprisingly fast for someone who seemed like an innocent blob of fur with short legs. Shit. She managed to whip around and grab the boy by the scruff of his neck, making sure not to hurt him. Lucia managed to keep her balance -- turning around to grab an object moving at high speeds was hard to do, especially if you weren't prepared for it. Lucia could only pray that the pup wasn't terrified of her now -- she only wanted to help him.