Fang smirked to herself as she saw the bright flickering shine of the flames against the dark night and the bellows of smoke pouring upwards, masking out the specks of distant stars in night sky - it could only mean one thing. Within a few strides she was already looming over the tiny primitive village, placing a large hand over the flickering fire, feeling its warmth she moved in even closer - sometimes it felt like these tribes wanted to be her midnight snack.

They should really learn not to advertise themselves like that. A fire in the darkness of night is practically a giant sign that says "Eat me" to Fang! This is further experimentation with colours and lighting.