Ildra tested the unfamiliar name on her tongue. "Kith-e-rit..." She paused in midstep and gave a small shake of her head. It didn't sound like the girl had just said it, and when Malith repeated, well, Ildra's own version sounded downright awful! "Kitherit.. Kitherit...." Satisfied that it sounded better, she grinned at both and continued to walk with them. 'Shelter', she recgonized in common; 'food' as well. Poor Kitherit was going to be under some intense scrutiny until it was decided she was not a threat to the village. However, Ildra and Malith accompanying her would do wonders.<br/><br/>Even as they trod along the well marked path, Ildra knew they were already being watched; by the other rangers, no doubt. Malith sensed it too, for his sharp eyes were watchful, her manner alert. Every now and then, a soft trill would fall from his lips, unspoken communication with the others that all was well. She had to wonder if the girl was able to pick up on any of it...