Shakuntala led the way back to camp, hearing Fiera's tone of voice, she lingered a bit before walking out the trees. 

Rory quickly moved away from Fiera and Taragen, "Next time you want something from her, do not send me. She can easily reduce me to scrap metal, and I like living thanks" He handed Shakuntala the translator, moving as far from Fiera as he could get. 

Targen cleared his throat, didn't say anything, leaning back slightly so he was comfortable. 

Shakuntala quickly had the translator on the creatures wrist. "Hello" She said