Khasa scratched herself in some approriate places, and in some places not so approriate. She believed that she was alone and besides that, she did not care much for who saw her or not.<br/><br/>She held the badger over the fire with one hand and a smell of burnt hair spread through the air. She had not bothered to skin it. With her other hand she picked her nose, pulled out a green booger and flicked it off into a random distance into the darkness.<br/><br/>Eventually she considered the badger burnt enough and pulled it out of the fire. With a quite clear crunch she bit down into the badger.