Porcupine Ridge let's give it a shot

Farstep's keen eye swept over the other males as he approached the goat. For just a moment, he let himself believe that both Terich-mir and Anwyl would allow him to establish himself. The yearling male took a step forward, eliciting the sharp lock of Farstep's eyes on him, but then Anwyl faltered back. It wasn't personal—Farstep very much liked the yearling, and already his respect was growing. Every wolf likely fancied themselves worthy of eating next and it wasn't always easy to sit by and let others have their share first, but Anwyl favoured order more than his own pride, making him an excellent companion. Farstep himself was less concerned with ambition and more with eating before the others. He felt his activity upon the ridge since his arrival warranted respect from his peers, and he intended to claim it by eating next.

Terich-mir did not feel similarly. The silver-furred wolf with his brilliant blue eyes did not stand down as Anwyl did, but swept forward, regal and defiant. Farstep's eyes widened as he made a half-turn, placing a paw possessively over the felled goat in the process. They were of similar builds, though that had never made any difference in his world—Farstep's father was a Beta once, and his son had outgrown him in his first year of life—and probably similar ages. Terich-mir did not smell immature like Anwyl did. Farstep recognized his scent among those of the pack's tracks, but the male seemed to keep to the lower reaches of the ridge, for his scent was much fainter higher up, where Farstep liked to be.

He sharpened the points of his ears and arched his neck, allowing his hackles to flare to full. His tail stilled completely and stood quivering over his hindquarters as the severity of his posture intensified. His stance was squared, and still his eyes were wide as he bored them into Terich-mir's own. Twin blue eyes locked as both males struggled for the top position and the right to feed next. For the moment he made no other move, but stood astride the goat with his paw placed alongside its haunch, awaiting Terich-mir's response to his own defiance. Would he attempt to force Farstep down, or would he relent?

I was told we can keep going since Tagg is mainly watching now!