Sleeping Dragon wildwood

The young boy was resilient, eager to show that he would not just go along with being grabbed by the scruff. There was some understanding there, but she couldn't just let him carry on with his day with a mouthful of poison ivy. Thankfully he had spit the leaves out, and she made sure to carry the squirming pup well away from them. Lucia couldn't help but wonder why he wanted to keep the leaves so badly. Obviously they were the source of his discomfort, so was he so attached to them? She feared she'd never understand pups, thinking back to her joining process where she told Wildfire about how she didn't see herself ever being a mother. 

After a bout of squirming, scratching and protesting, she quickly set him down and cleared her throat. "Excuse me sir, but what exactly do you want with those leaves?" she asked, raising a brow. She knew she probably had already made a bad impression on him, but he needed to be stopped.