Shadewood You turn nouns into verbs

She giggled, nodding. It was always best to encourage. Most of the time, at least. 
"Yes, Valour. Beetle." She didn't realize how much she liked teaching. Especially her pups. They gave her so much joy and she had never once felt den-sick from being kept inside. Laroche took some of the time watching them too. Damn, she loved him.

She turned her attention to the flower which bore bright yellow petals and small leaves. She'd seen them grown in a cave where it was warm and there was sun from cracks above. She guessed the conditions of the thick canopy caused the same effect. "It's an Evening Primrose." She smiled softly, bending to sniff the flowers, they smelt like bees but not so sweet as honey. She wondered what Valours attention would be taken to next.