Ixtli lay on the wooden floor of the room, her ears detecting the end of the two males conversation; keeping her eyes shut she grasped the razor sharp obsidian dagger which she carried in a small hide sheath at her left side. Unsure where she was, or what was going on for last she remembered she was surrounded by Greek hoplites in the depths of her savage home. She still had all her weapons as far as she could tell however, and didn't seem to be bound in anyway but caution and low cunning would be her greatest  tool for the moment until she got her bearings straightened out.

Ixtli turned her head and cracked one of her fierce bronze colored eyes open, spotting the guarded creature leaving its appearance further putting her on edge as it appeared to be a monster of some kind. As the other male spoke his words hit her ears and were easily understood despite the strange sounds he made; her body lifted up off the floor in a hurry moving with the quickness of a panther as she rolled onto her feet. Bouncing back from the group on the balls of her heels, hand tightly clenched on the hilt of her knife; ready to lash out like a viper at any possible moment; her attire consisted of a hide skirt which hung snug around her waist but left both legs exposed and a matching band around her breasts as well. Her entire body rippled with toned and tight muscle, giving her the legendary physique and exotic dark skinned beauty of the Amazons; she had dark brown hair which was pinned together with small animals bones keeping it from becoming an easily grabbed area in a fight. A single claw from a great panther hung around her neck, a symbol of great power for defeating such a beast in one on one combat with not but a knife; a row of scars descending her left arm as a token of the great cats esteem. 

"Fin are yeri? Fini is jinak gache!?" (Who are you? What is this place!?)