I Never Wear Socks

Bancha starts as she whirls a snarl in his direction, but he doesn’t blame her. The state of her body appeared painful, something he wouldn’t wish on anyone. His brow furrows as she speaks, saying that she was itchy all over after touching something. He glances around, not noticing anything similar to poison oak or sumac, but he does notice the thorny bushes that line the northern area near Rustling Thicket.

“Before I give a diagnoses, can I ask a few questions?” Bancha inquires, head canting as he watches her scratch and worsen her bleeding. “Do you know what kind of plant you touched? Was it just the pricklies over there or something else?” He asks, lifting a paw to point at the brush. In the meantime, he turns to gather a few leaves, slathering some mud on them before bringing them back over to the girl. “Start rubbing these over the itchy areas and no more scratching please,” Bancha pleads, eyes widening as he holds out the muddy leaves to her.