Porcupine Ridge let's give it a shot

Anwyl stood back. Obviously the other male Terich, wasn't going to back down or lose his spot. Anwyl was fine with that. He knew even if he did challenge either of the others, he wouldn't win. He was rather wimpy when it came to a real fight. Besides, he was fine standing back and letting them squabble over the position. As long as there was enough food in the end. He would be just fine waiting. Being humble was a good trait of his, one of his virtues, and a given when it came to his personality. He wasn't a sore loser. He was patient.

The ice eyed yearling watched anxiously and his friend Farstep held a challenging position against Terich. He didn't know Terich very well, and didn't know what type of a wolf he was. Anwyl didn't like violence though, and hoped nothing bad would come of the challenge. Farstep places a paw on the white goliath's side, a very dominant move. He turned to Terich, eyes wide as he waited to see what the male would do.