Greatwater Lake as if i myself had no voice

she certainly seemed to invite the fury of avians whenever they met, merrick thought amusedly to himself. but she was quick, cunning, catlike, her corded body bearing more of the blows than seemed possible despite her lack of bulk. the young coywolf dashed forward in the chaos of splashing water, the goose's loud honking; he slew a quartet of goslings and gathered the bodies of three into his mouth.
jaws stuffed to capacity, the boy withdrew and cast down his kill upon the bank before whirling to return for the fourth. before he grasped it, however, he flashed his teeth in the goose's direction, assembling beside astara a moment for the increased threat of a two-predator presence.