Ixtli watched the large bearded man, her grip tightening on the wooden club as he approached; narrowing her gaze in a warning manner to the male. As he extended the bread towards her she looked at it strangely, having never even seen such a food type her left hand thrusting the obsidian dagger into the soft crust; taking no interest in if she hit the male himself though it wasn't her intent. Bringing the bread to her nose she curiously sniffed at it before biting into the soft loaf, chewing on it slowly as she swallowed the strange substance; looking at it oddly as she let it slide off her blade not particularly enjoying its outlandish taste.

"Ixtli, Ma im vo yeri okeo." (Ixtli, and im not your friend.)

Her native tongue came out quite guttural and simple, with short hard sounds; her hand still tightly bound around the end of her wooden club legs crossed as she looked around wondering if there was any meats to be had. 

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