Silver Moraine like a wild fox

it seemed her wrinkled appeal'd failed to attract him any closer than just-out-of-reach.

she sneered at his wimpy little hello, his question.

"i eh sho'ething 'etter than 'olf." from the bow she dropped and rolled onto her backside, revealing her enchanting belly. 

"e'er sheen a dog, kiddo?" she spoke while stretching her legs and giving him an upside-down grin, heavily affected by the gravity's effect on her facial wrinkles.