Bearclaw Valley If Satan had a hockey team then I'd be the goalie

Sleepiness was slow to settle on an excitable Lucas, but even he wasn't immune to its effects. It started in his legs, which lost their speed and accuracy in short order. Then his grasping muzzle, which became sloppy in its lunges. It descended on his body and enveloped him in drowsiness, and his featherweight eyelids began to feel heavier. He didn't even realize he'd closed them until Laurel nudged him, startling him into wakefulness just long enough to drag himself to her side and hit the dirt. Seconds later, the pup was snoring.