Raxta squinted down at him, pursing her lips. The language he spoke was...familiar. And she realized a few beats later that she actually understood the words, even if she was terribly rusty. The trader's tongue, wasn't it called? Few outsiders passed though this part of the jungle, but sometimes they did trade with those that did, and they had learned just enough to make transactions more bearable.
Words like "don't mean any harm" and "just passing through" were especially common from people faced with a fierce jaguar people. But Raxta hadn't been concerned about that in the first place, because she didn't feel threatened. After all, she was the one currently pinning him. More than anything, she was simply curious.
After another pause, she drew her knife away, sheathed it, and rolled him onto his back. Then she simply sat on his belly and looked at him, intense and cat-like, before she cracked a smile.
"Sorry," she said, and gave his hair an apologetic ruffle--which she used as an excuse to also feel for his ears. She blinked again, feeling only strange primate ears instead of jaguar ears, and leaned in closer to give him another sniff to be sure.
Nope, definitely not her kind.
"You're not jaguar..." she mused. "Are you a monkey? You have no tail..."