Stone Circle holy sh*t, what is this

Belle released a sigh of satisfaction as the deer gave way beneath her, falling to the ground. It's warm blood stained the ground in stark contrast, and yet Belle used all of her might to refrain from tearing into its flesh. Good...good hunt. Her voice was airy and thin as she struggled to catch her breath and calm her nerves. As her hackles began to fall, Belle turned her eyes to Chaska with a thick smile falling across her maw. I'd say I won. We should probably get this to the caches, yeah? She bumped her shoulder into his in an impish way, the minx twisting her tail as if to tell him that she would be glad to continue their games somewhere less...open. 

Wrap it up?