Morningside Cuesta a swan, two wolves, and a runaway meadow

The wind had been knocked out of him, sure , but Goliath circled it, he would wait for the right moment to strike. What a large bird, he noted, his pack leader would surely be proud. He looked at the young wolf to his side, and nodded towards the Swan, maybe something could change the odds. 

He went into pure shock as the the young one just galloped towards it. The swan just turned its side, and with a single hit, threw the creature down. For a second he was too confused to understand, but with the swan looking aside, he immediately pounced into action.

This time, Goliath would make no mistake like the past-

He pounced once more on its back, driving it to the floor, and bit at its neck. Stopping it from turning around to peck at him like a vulture. He held and shook it until blood appeared at the end of his teeth, while pushing his entire weight on its wings.
Its large neck was moving so frantically, that in anger and frustration, he drove up the neck, and clasped the throat just beneath its head. Putting his weight more forward, like that he could snap the head right off, or that's what he thought.

If anything
He was trying to decapitate a swan.