Porcupine Ridge let's give it a shot

Waiting was difficult. As a lone wolf, Farstep ate whatever he caught the moment he caught it, without the luxury of knowing when another meal would come. It was exceedingly tough for the Gamma to stand by and watch as Taggarik and Capriccio, the dominant pair of the pack, ripped into the belly of the goat. His stance was low out of respect for the Alpha pair and his tail swung side to side like a pendulum, loose but not completely lowered, for the excitement of the hunt still held him in thrall. His paws danced on the snow and every so often, he lurched daringly, but a well-timed growl or warning snap of jaws held him at bay. There was no question about Farstep's deference to Taggarik and Capriccio, even though he pushed the envelope out of anticipation for food, but the others... time would tell.

Almost the instant that the alpha pair stepped back from the carcass, Farstep's posture changed dramatically. The lead pair had fed, establishing themselves still as the rulers of the pack, but now it was time to determine who would go next, and he accordingly displayed his newfound confidence, assured that the Alpha pair would not see it as a challenge of their own authority. His tail stiffened slightly, still waving but definitely less freely than moments before and much higher than previously, and his ears turned from the sides of his head to the top of it. His fur bristled just enough to make him look larger and he stood taller as he took his first few steps toward the goat, intent on being the next himself to taste its succulent meat.