Spotted Eagle Mountain Speak now, or forever hold your peace

the woman rose from the mountains, sand trembling from her pelt and pattering on the stone. she shook her great pelt, still unused to the feel of a canid body. she had less muscle than her lion form, but she felt the heaviness from them bearing down on her paws and their blunted claws. she kept those daggers as sharp as she could, longing for the natural sheathes her lion's body had made.

a man's body crossed her burning glare. you, she rumbled, her head instantly raising in the presence of authority. what is this land called?