Sawtooth Spire wild kids

the next seconds happened in a blur: her paw came down on empty space, neck-feathers flew as the goose whirled, and heda heard the hot wet squelch of a sharp beak.
o god o fujk
she didn't allow herself time to gape at it, she grabbed the goose by the back of its small head and dragged it, squawking and flailing, away from her compadre. teeth pierced its birdbrain; she shut her eyes tightly until its dangerous death throes ended, then dropped it into the snow and went back at once to caracal.
"geez, goddamn, let me see," she shivered out, hoping that the injury was less severe than it had sounded.