Lion Head Mesa she eyes me like a pisces when i am weak

So this was not the queen, but a humble villager. Perhaps some kind of peasant or servant, Zaahira wonders quietly to herself, watching the twitching ears atop the stranger's dusty little head. 
When she's asked of the reason for her arrival, her expression sours, a hardness to tangerine eyes, ears that flatten. Khaba traitor, she snorts, pearled ivory poking out from under a blackened upper lip. Khaba kill Raven. Me, she points to herself with a paw. have in-for-ma-tion. Me help A-ka-shin-go, A-ka-shin-go help me. 
She takes a moment to compose herself, glassy eyes blinking shut for just a moment before opening again with a twinkle. Me join A-ka-shin-go. Me be Mazoi, yes? Like tall man?