Kara nods once, slowly. "Well, if you're certain-" before heading up to Tieh. Looking her in the eyes, she opens her mouth slowly, moving with deliberate care to avoid startling anyone, and then gives the woman a long lick from her chin over one side of her face only stopping at the hairline. The catgirl's tongue isn't very wet- it's warm and slick and rough, to the point where it actually tickles a little- but there's no trail of drool left on Tieh's face. Backing off a step, Kara considers. "Better than pigs," she decides, "But I hope you're not offended when I say I prefer deer." She doesn't say, and almost doesn't even let herself think, of the word "faun"- guilty memories aren't going to come to her just yet. "A bit sweaty, but that's just a note of salt. Can't really hide the meat underneath. Think... a more savory kind of chicken? If that helps at all." She turns away, her face grave, and those on the outskirts of the group can see her face twitching into a mischievous grin as her control slips. When she talks again, though, she sounds as serious as ever. "But truly, we should get moving- I don't want to be on open plains when night falls."