Porcupine Ridge let's give it a shot

Anwyl loved the feeling of hunting with a pack again. He'd always been good at hunting, but during his time as a lone wolf he hadn't gotten to eat very much. He had found that catching deer and other large prey was much hard when you're on your own. He was in no mood to challenge, but the large white beast looked very appealing. It would be his first decent meal since his old pack, and he could feel his instincts hungering for a bite. But he was the youngest, and he felt it wasn't his place to eat first. The yearling would wait and then see what happened next.

Finally, Tagg and Capri finished eating their share, and backed away to let the others eat. Not only was now the time to eat, but also to establish where he would rank in the ridge pack. But Anwyl wasn't thinking about that. He was all about the goat meat. Farstep, the silent brown male was quick to step forwards, chest puffed out and tail held high. Anwyl began to trot forwards, but once he noticed the obvious dominance of the male, he stopped and waited. He was an easygoing boy, and as nice as it would've been to eat next, he was fine to wait his turn. There were only five of them, and one massive goat. There would be enough.

The icy eyed male sat back, waiting for the other male to make a move. If Terich-mir didn't seem too ambitious, the boy planned to go in after Farstep.