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

not at all! <3

What greeted her was a small creature; nearly half her size, a long-limbed tawny thing. Her nostrils flare. Wolf? Not a wolf. 
Confused as she was, her head dips into a cordial bow. Her shoulders straighten, ochre chest pushed outward. 
Hello, calm and cool is her greeting. I Zaahira. I come to A-ka-shin-go. I leave Lake. Tall man tell me Queen is here. Her frustration with her own words (of lack thereof) is hidden with a clearing of the throat and a snuffle. The serpent is many things, but a good speaker is not yet one of them.
Nevertheless, she continues, one flame-tipped paw lifted off the ground. You are Queen?