Naira clicked her tongue. The rolling thoughts in her brain were hard to ignore and the creeping itchiness of restless anxieties came roaring in a torrent. Naath was going to disapprove. She could already feel the green baring down on her with emotions of responsibility and 'what was right for the Weyr' ... but Naira was her own inidividual.
"I could ... take it in?" Naira proposed. So what if it was a spottie? Perhaps their aggression towards human kind was because they were so close to their nesting grounds. "If it's a cat, I mean ... we are kind of in their territory to begin with. They probably see us as a threat. Nurturing it until its grown into something capable enough to care for itself would be better than just straight up ... killing it."
The green bristled. Her wings spread halfway, jaw opening in a hiss that surely would spook the fluffball into retreating if it hadn't already. Pasrith will be notified if you should do so. Any danger presented to the Weyr is punishable, you understand? It was rare for Naath to speak more than a few words to anybody other than her rider. The green's vexation drove her to vent aloud.
Naira waved a hand. "So we'll tell 'em. This might be an ample opportunity for Mizurka Squad, get it? They've been wanting to research spotties a little more in-depth. With several pairs of watchful eyes, we can understand this thing better and maybe, I don't know, figure out how to cope with them in the long term? I bet you Rigel might be keen on it."