Silverlight Terrace angry geese, a yummy feast or invincible beast

Atticus's interest peaked at the abrupt HONK not too far away from him. His nose then flooded with the smell of another wolf- now this he had to see. Although spying was rather improper of him, occasionally he must give in to his urges...right? The wolf galloped after the scent and not long after his journey was completed. 

Two glaciers stared in awe at the geese he had just seen flying above his head and a rather clumsy stranger being in quite the pickle. 

Lord,  he had never seen such aggressive birds! At least, he didn't recall- but then again his memory didn't go farther than the past couple of months. Were birds always this hostile? He watched for a minute, definitely entertained by the stranger's predicament. It wasn't until he realized how unseemly it was for him to gain joy out of another's problems- he must help this wolf! Just as the other's had done for him, now it was his turn to be the night in shining armor. 

He leaped forward and (mostly for show) threw his head back and sang a triumphant howl. It felt so refreshing to use his vocal cords in such a manner again. "Avast you heathens!" Atticus shouted, sprinting towards the flock of geese, expecting them all the fly away. It was quite surprising to see none of them did so and instead he was met with a bite on his tail, forcing him to squeak in pain. Any show of knightly attitude had completely faded.