Porcupine Ridge let's give it a shot

*rubs hands together*

It was with quick paws and flashing teeth that the pack took down their first mountain goat. Terich-mir hadn't tasted that flavor in years, but as soon as the blood from their quarry reached his lips, a fierce memory alighted in his mind. His father, strong and steadfast, running toward their own goat kill, his own father on the other, closing in, with Terich-mir watching from nearby as any infant should. As Taggarik and Capri stepped forward to eat, Terich stepped back with a shake of his head, flinging the memory back into the drawer from whence it came.

Their leaders ate and no one challenged them; Taggarik because he was a strong and able leader; Capri because she was the lone female, and as far as Terich knew, Taggarik did not prefer male mates to female ones. Not that Capri and Tagg were mates, but it almost seemed inevitable now that the pack was formed. The two stepped back and almost immediately Farstep took their place, stiffening his tail and looking from side-to-side for a challenger.

It was not in Terich's interest to become a leader, but hell would freeze over before he let some stranger eat before him. He and Capri had been with Taggarik almost from the beginning. Terich didn't know the other wolf well, but he was as silent now as he had ever been. Before he could think things through (typical Terich behavior), he stepped forward with his head high and tail raised above his hips. He definitely didn't look the type - slender and lean - but Terich-mir had a nasty streak in him that rarely showed, but it might arise if this other didn't realize his place. Bristling fur and puffed chest made him seem taller, though not overly so, but the stubborn streak in his posture and gaze told a story to all - he did not intend to back down.