Stone Circle holy sh*t, what is this

Three. As soon as the word was uttered and brought into the air, Belle was off. Her paws raced against the snow, kicking the white dust up behind her. Her ears were laid back against her head and her tail laid straight, giving her maximum speed. Once they drew nearer, the creature caught height of their presence and ran in a startled fit, but Belle was just as fast as her prey and pounced just before it could get away. She had forgotten Chaska and the game they were playing, for now all she wanted was the deer's life. Her jaws clenched tightlty around it's throat as she wrapped her forelegs around its neck and her hindlegs around its shoulders.