Stone Circle holy sh*t, what is this

Belle bit back on her tongue and thought for a moment about what could come of this "competition" Chaska proposed. On one hand, it could end up just being a good ol' time with two love birds dashing through the snow. On the other hand however, Belle could end up leaving the game with a rabbit and a piece of Chaska's ear in her maw. Still, the risk seemed to be one that she was willing to take, as she almost immediately responded with, Alright then, tough guy. Let's see what you've got. Don't let me run over you. She winked and sped up to a trot, her eyes catching onto a slight movement in the distance.

There, you see that? Belle was whispering and creeping low to the ground. Her tail was raised and whisked playfully in the air — a bit of motivation for Chaska to follow close —, her ears arched forward for any sounds ahead or behind her. It looked like a fawn, or perhaps a small doe, but either way, Belle was sure she they could manage.