Big Salmon Lake And through the night, so it seems I'm not breathing

Hearing the throb of her heartbeat in her ears, Zsuzsa couldn’t delay any longer. The Raven caused the more vulnerable geese to congregate closer together and some edged back by the water. Their tailfeathers wagged like canines. If the sable female was to strike, her steel gaze was dead set on attempting to capture the Raven. Fury in her eyes, the Raven would probably cost her a meal on this round, but of course, remembered it was her volunteering to help the male. He had discovered the flock first after all, and it was only in her unexpectedly kind nature to this stranger to assist. She needed to put that damn Raven out of its misery and out of her misery, though.
 
Her limbs sank before launching herself from the bulrushes. Her lithe figure was effortless to propel forward as a sudden rush of a shadowed figure of fangs and claws came vaulting toward the geese. Clearly caught off guard, the geese squawked in surprise as some unevenly ran as fast as their little webbed palmated feet could take them to the water. A couple made a hasty takeoff, and the injured goose stumbled over itself in the fray. As it was visible it had trouble taking off, its blunder caused it to start booking it in the direction of the tall male in the grass.
 
Lone feathers a’ flying everywhere, Zsuzsa was able to snap down at the tail feather of the Raven, causing it to caw with agitation and instantly taking flight from the area. Ending up with a spare black feather in her jowls, she swiftly adverted movement toward the dominant goose who spread its wingspan wide in a show of dominance and hissed. Hastily, it retreated once it saw Zsuzsa bolting toward it. Skittling away toward the lake, if it meant Zsuzsa having to take a dive for it, so be it. The injured goose long since disappeared from her mind as she trusted the male had a prime opportunity to snag it himself.