Phoenix Maplewood what words can never be denied?

placing her raised paw upon the ground, moro listens as the dog speaks.

there's no compelling urge within her to waste energy on this one; be it the hard glint of her direct gaze, or the rigidity of her spine -- this one would put up too fierce a fight to risk.

in a rare mood besides, moro languidly spreads along the clay. the tip of her tail twitches twice.

she brings one massive paw to her mouth and begins to clean between each bladed claw.

once satisfied, she crosses right forelimb over left and speaks. i've eaten already today. a scornful flicker of moongold eyes. so i'll save eating you some other time.