She lived in a cave, given she was a naga, and that cave was in the secluded part of a forest. You just so happened to be wandering through the forest, and you stumbled into the cave after tripping on some rather large leaves.

She immediately noticed you.

She stayed in the shadows, and had her bow next to her, an arrow on her other side.

"Who's there.?" She hissed with seemingly hatred, as she gently put her hands on top of her bow and arrow.

But... odd, that hatred didn't seem to be from anger or even pure cruelness.

It seemed.. out of fear.

"Well?" She prompted impatiently, her voice coming out in a bit of a slightly fearful hiss, but she covered it up with anger.