Redhawk Caldera Mama said knock you out

Nightjar was definitely the largest of the bunch. His size would help him a lot in the coming years. But then again, any size could be used to one's advantage. Fox used her own to flee on occasion, to dip under her larger opponents, and she had nimbleness on her side. Nightjar would, of course, have different strengths. His large size would allow him to tackle opponents, throwing them to the ground, and his muscular jaws would allow him to bite down hard on their flesh.

He asked if she would do it differently, to which she nodded. "I'm bigger, which means the goose would probably run away from me before giving me a chance to attack. I'd have to be stealthy in my approach if I really wanted to have a go at it." Nightjar had not been stealthy in his approach, nor in his attack. Fox imagined this would change over time, although she knew adults who preferred a brazen, head-first, whistle-blowing attack to a quieter one.

"If I was your size, though, I'd probably try and stay away from its head a little more to minimize the damage." Fox licked the bits of drying blood on NJ's muzzle. She was not an overprotective mother, even if she might should (people say this in the south, I swear) have been. Children were bound to get cuts, scrapes, and bruises. They were kids, and it was better they learned with minor injuries now than major ones later on.