Porcupine Ridge let's give it a shot

Sorry for holding this up! Got home from work & crashed. <3

Terich was vaguely aware of the others watching him, of Taggarik's crooked smile as he watched what unfolded before him. The DeMonte was not doing this to show off or impress; he truly felt it was his turn to eat next, and no one was going to stand in his way. So when Farstep placed himself protectively over the goat, one paw outstretched, Terich knew he could not let this insult go unanswered. He wasn't angry as he stepped forward, though, keeping his crown held high, ears forward, eyes bright and alert as he postured before the other male and their meal.

With his chest held up and his shoulders pushed back, Terich-mir took another move toward Farstep, one lip curling upward to show his teeth. Anger and aggression were not evident in his posture, though it was clear with his movements, the tail held high, and his eyes staring straight into Farstep's own blue eyes, the two males would be stuck at an impasse unless someone moved. So after a moment, Terich took another step toward the goat, a low noise beginning in his chest, a sign of warning. He did not want to physically overpower the other slim male, but he would if necessary.