Octavia, Aurie, Gamora
Gamora wasn't sure what to make of this bonfire, other than that it was obvious she was supposed to enjoy it. Which she was trying to do, whether she was terribly good at it or not. She hadn't taken any of the food - it was all foreign and strange to her, but she was wandering around the outskirts of the warmth, watching and trying to understand.
Seeing Aurie on a leash, she nodded approvingly.
"A wise thing to do. Treating them like pets until a certain age, constricting their movement - it makes them far less annoying."