Larksong Grotto Try and make a dollar

As usual, Nova was right: all he needed was the stinger removed, no herbs needed. The boy drew close, stepping up on her shoulder and kissing at her cheek with the cutest thank you she'd ever heard. A grin spread across the elder's face, and she licked his ears in return. 
                   "You are very welcome, little boy. What's your name?"
She didn't mind him being close: the touch of puppies was something she sorely missed. Rough as they could be sometimes, there was nothing to compare their soft little pads and their cute, tiny noses. All day she could spend just lying here playing with Seff, or any pup really. 
                                   "I'm Nova. Nova Rose."