Larksong Grotto Try and make a dollar

Nova was enjoying the feeling of Raas warming her back, alight in the golden color of both her pelt and what she imagined the God would manifest himself as. Her spectral eyes were nearly shut from relaxation as she loped slowly around her new home. It was nice here no willow trees, but it would do despite the harsh and tedious entrance. As time went by, Nova knew that when her body began to shut down it would be harder and harder to drag herself out and in. 
They'd come to it when it came, but her thoughts were inturrupted by a high pitched and clearly PUPPY howl of pain. 
The famine had been harsh on the elder, there was no doubt about that, but there was no better push than that of a motherly woman hellbent on protecting every child on earth. Her legs carried her at a canter until the scent became stronger, and she slowed back to a brisk walk as to not spook the puppy. 
Coming around a bush, she saw him, and lowered her head to his level. She hesitated at a distance for a moment before inching forward with a smile plastered across her black tinged face.
                   "Hello there little one. Are you alright? Do you need help?"
Her ghostly eyes flicked to his shoulder, where his attentions were pointed, but could see nothing from this distance. She hoped that, at his age, he would be able to at least understand her words and be able to tell her what was wrong, or show her. She also hoped the pup would accept her help and her touch, not freak out. She didn't know this ones mother, and a stranger approaching a baby was very dangerous. Nova Rose would know, she'd been one of those women to ward EVERYTHING from her babies.