A “sweet” dragon… one of many in the Dawn of Magick

The path meandered through the deep woods and eventually opened into a clearing where a small brook babbled before a handsome cottage. A small dragon sat on the thatched roof of the cottage. The beast was about three cubits (ten feet) long. Orange scales covered its body from the tip of its short snout to the end of its barbed tail. The creature growled menacingly as the two walkers approached.
“Its alright, Crusher, he’s with me,” the boy said as they crossed the
small clearing and approached the door.
The little dragon stretched, relaxed, and resumed its pose on the
rooftop.
“Crusher is…was my mother’s familiar. She still waits for my
mother’s…return. She won’t leave the house. She doesn’t have much
worth. About all Crusher can do is produce a gooey substance with the
sweetness of honey, and she can only do that once a day. Her spittle is really only defensive. Its gooeyness slows an attacker tremendously. I collect the goop and sell it to Oslar Hill. But Crusher looks fierce. That keeps the vermin away from the house,” the youth informed his elderly guest.