Redhawk Caldera Mama said knock you out

Nightjar's tactic was one that Fox had always thought would be more common. Ignore whatever "logic" there was to fighting and just jump right in—head first. She'd used the same method when fighting many of her past enemies, though it was usually reserved for those she liked the least. The goose nipped at him, and Fox thought Nightjar might back off, but he persevered, going at the bird again and again until it finally relented. A smile creased her lips when this happened, and if she'd had the hands to do it, she would have clapped for him. Some mothers might have worried about their children getting hurt, but Fox knew it was all part of growing up. The goose was a pretty fair match, but not so overwhelming as some other creatures he could have picked a fight with.

Fox stepped forward then, surely alerting her ever-observant son to her presence. She strode up beside him, briefly grooming his shoulder. The goose, much more petrified of her than Nightjar, quickly went honking off a safe distance away, though it didn't leave the area completely. "You did a good job," she praised. Even as a youngster, NJ was much more stoic compared to his sisters. Fox wasn't sure if it was because he was a boy or if it was just part of his personality, but it didn't matter too much to her.