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

The exclamations from the male wrestling the injured goose was deaf to her ears as she broke the surface tension of the lake water. Landing in a semi-shallow portion of the lake, the slope of the underwater earth made her paws sink into it. It caused her swift sprint to slow considerably, and the only thing she could do was extend her neck as far as possible to snap at the gooses’ hindquarters. To which she snagged the bottom of the goose. In an array of splashing, the goose squawked and flapped in alarm. The flapping, the splashing, the wrestling, the shock of the cold water happened all so quickly. Pulling her forepaws out from beneath the muddy underwater slope, it was the only way to get a secure grip on the goose as she clutched it and drowned it. Water filled her ears and her nose as she could only stay under for mere moments before having to come back up. Clenching her jaws now around the base of its neck, the goose’s fate was sealed at that moment as it garbled a honk and fell limp in her jowls.
 
The corners of her muzzle pulled back, rasping for breath. Heart pounding, her adrenaline was able to briefly shut off her senses of overwhelming cold from the lake water until it came rushing back. Doing a semi-dog paddle and them clambering out of the lake, she was a sopping mess of black. To greet her was the brown male before her, to which Zsuzsa wasn’t expecting him to be an audience member of this show and didn’t know how long he had been watching. Once on stable, flat, dry earth again she spat the goose out beside her. There was a slight twitch emitted from one of its webbed feet, but it was done for.
 
Ears picking up his voice of how it was indeed cold for a swim, Zsuzsa was able to get a better glimpse of him before her now that he wasn’t shrouded in the bulrushes. The first details to note were the deep scars across the bridge of his muzzle. He looked quite young and briefly wondered how a young male such as him adorned such noticeable scars. His eyes were afire with a warm whisky color. Taking a moment to contemplate his question, the female then broke out in a shake (more so upon natural instinct than on purpose) Water droplets sprayed from her coat, possibly showering him a bit as well depending on his distance from her. She gave a huff. ”Wasn’t exactly the plan. That Raven threw it all off.” She earned her prize but was still annoyed, as her steel gaze searched the surrounding trees of the area. The Raven was nowhere to be found currently. ”So, what's the verdict?” Zsuzsa asked, turning her interest back to him. All that was left in the area was a mess of stray feathers.