"Wolf whistle" What a dream boat.
Funnily enough, or perhaps fittingly, I'm half Guatemalan myself and my dad is half Mayan and half another native group. I can't spell it sadly without looking it up or asking him so I'll try my best to at least give the pronunciation.
Kaack-Chi-Kell
It's another one of the smaller lesser known native Central Americans from the region that would become Guatemala and like your character here, most of it's language was sadly lost to time as native speakers left are dying out and becoming fewer and fewer and all of it was really oral and hardly any written language has survived to this day in our modern era. My Dad does know some words and I think can speak some complex sentences and phrases but he never really learned it and his Abeula on his mom's side was the only one left who really spoke it and sadly she died when I was just a couple years old. He was never able to talk to her because of the language barrier but he's since taught himself enough to at least speak the language. Which is more then we can say about pretty much any other of the Mediamerican aboriginal languages or dialects that any trace of remain today. I'm just trying to re-learn my Latin American Spanish to my former native fluency again. And honestly, that's a start.
I've always felt a connection and somewhat of a resemblance to Jaguars because I'm smaller than seemingly everyone else my whole life in school and work until recently with a handful of teenagers and some people my age. But I will always seem to tower over everyone in my household by a few good inches at least save for the rest of my mom's siblings in her side of the family. Too big to fit in and be approachable yet too small to ever be taken seriously and still be deemed a threat or dangerous just because I finally can't be easily shoved aside to the ground easily and can actually hold some weight against the instagatory stupid and privileged brutes who never have had to worry a day in their lives of being knocked over and trampled on. Below average height yet still not lean and lithe enough for me to be confident and comfortable with my appearance and mobility. Yet I can seemingly be agile and flexible enough to weave my way quickly through fast moving crowds without stumbling into someone.
Out of all the cats in the world, The Jaguar gets me, they understand what it's like. And yet despite all that, I've always been more dog like then anything. I guess I'm just an odd mix. And those are my true colors. Not stripes or spots but rather an average mane and spotches somewhere in between. I guess these traits are my Rosettes and by any other name are just me.