Sleeping Dragon wildwood

It seemed she had a visitor, though she was not at all prepared for the spectacle that had arrived before her. Her eyes did a quick scan of the new face -- he was a pup for sure, and she wondered for a moment why he had come to see her. Then, she caught a glimpse of his mouthful of leaves, and they weren't just any leaves. That, in fact, was poison ivy, and a lot of it. Her eyes widened, two amber orbs gazing down at the pup in horror. He had poison ivy in his mouth, for goodness sakes, and she was starting to wonder how he could tolerate it. 

She hurried over immediately, trying to keep her composure though appearing obviously distraught. "Hey, I need you to spit those leaves out, can you please do that? They are bad leaves," she explained hurridly, not knowing how much of it the pup would understand. "Very bad leaves," she said again, putting emphasis on the whole sentence. The sooner he spat out the leaves, the sooner she could treat him. The sooner she could treat him, the better chance there was of the itching going away.