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Hazel sat on the branch of a tree while she had spread the animal of her hunt on the ground and was waiting for a large beast to fall into the trap.
She was about to leave thinking she had already won the hunt but looking at the bison the duke was frying leisurely she was not sure anymore.
She wanted to have one or two bison too but she did not find them anywhere. So, she was waitin for a large beast to take the bait.
But waiting was boring. She is feeling drowsy. Though she was sure that she was higher, sleeping at such a dangerous place could be too risky.
She waited and waited but no beast came, making her wonder if they did not feel attracted towards the smell of blood or looking at so much food?
Her eyes started to close and she shrugged, "fine! It would be just a small nap then!" she muttered as she let the sleep take over her.
Her eyes closed and slowly her breathing turned even.
