(That is fine! It would be a terrible mess if everyone were in every game, after all.)<br/><br/>Cyra, of course, is nearest the fire and sometimes adding to it just for the pleasure of watching the flames climb a bit higher before banking. The heavyset, curvy kari has all of her legs tucked underneath her, letting the weight of her upper half rest entirely on the bottom of her stomach as it happily continues its absorption of a frog girl that thought its tongue would be enough before. She'd spent the day 'aggressively' patrolling the Blackscale border, and taking the opportunity to supplement her dinner plans with a few scouts who hadn't entirely considered their plan of attack. With lidded reddish eyes, she listens as their 'leader' lays out the plan, cracking a sharp-edged smile at the mention of burning a village-to-be to the ground; that would be her pleasure, and she doubted anyone else would mind if the fire was a bit larger than envisioned so long as the job got done and didn't hurt any of her tribe. "It shall be done," she rumbles in her deep, contralto voice- never being the tallest or longest of karis, she made it up by eating enough that she actually managed to show a bit of pudge and be generally heavy-set enough to make up for the lack of height. The kari sniffed once, returning to her study of the fire until prodded; she was happy to socialize, though when there was a flame in front of her she tended to get a bit of tunnel vision on it. Of course her hair was the red of steel in flame, matching her lower carapace precisely; the rest of her, however well endowed, tended to take a backseat to the striking color of her hair, eyes, and lips all the same as each other.<br/><br/>(As a quick note on vore preferences: Even predator/prey split, and I am generally okay with anything we're likely to encounter in Ishara save for gratuitous scat!)