Phoenix Maplewood what words can never be denied?

placated by a belly rounded with still-warm meat, moro meanders south.

she prowls between the great spine of an ancient mountain, its shoulders flattened eons ago by torrent-waters. at its base a gentle slope spills out into plains. a stand of red pine marks the end of alpine forest's reign, transferring gradually to bare-shouldered maple and beech.

resting upon a ledge overlooking the valley to the west, moro's tongue lolls between conical teeth.