Qeya River you're a loser, baby

Ash Paw eyed the goose that had attacked the child. And though SParrow was this one's name had absolutely deserved it. Ash wasn't about to let it slide. A soft little chuff to the boy and then she moved forward. Two tone paws across grass and dirt. 

A soft little growl began in her tiny body, vibrating up into her chest. The savage bark that left her. And she was in motion. Knowing what the geese would do, she stopped short and as it lifted up to flog her with it's wings. She grabbed the bone joint and bit down hard. The satisfying crunch making her smile in slight victory. There was still one more wing to attend too. She backed up and did it again. Rushing at the beast before it could run. The hissing and cries that it bellowed making the air loud. She caught it by the other wing and snapped it. Though not without a wound for her trouble. 

The creature had snaked it's long cobra like neck and caught her in the shoulder leaving a sizable divet. A smack of her paw and it rendered the bastard dizzy.

She looked at the young sparrow wondering if he wanted to finish what he had started? Or if he had run scared?