Porcupine Ridge let's give it a shot

Skipping with permission~

Farstep remained astride the goat. His two options in terms of things to do now were pretty clear on their benefits and risks. He could continue standing his ground and provoking Terich-mir until one of the two males stood down or forced the other down, or he could risk opening himself to being bowled over in order to snatch a few mouthfuls of meat from the goat. The ranks were so new that the pack wasn't likely to back either male up no matter how it went, so it was anyone's game at this point. Perhaps if their number had been greater than five, he would've chosen the latter option for the sole purpose of filling his belly.

But with only five wolves, there was plenty of meat, so getting his jaws on it wasn't as crucial as it could've been. Now it was mostly a matter of being cheeky, of daring to believe he could stand above the male that challenged him if he continued trying to intimidate him. Terich-mir intimidated Farstep, as all wolves intimidated other wolves to some degree, but he wasn't yet so intimidated as to stand down. After all, he'd had the confidence to step forward first, and intended to hold that position as long as he could muster in hopes Terich-mir would step back first, though it could've been either of them. The intensity would rise until one or the other had enough of it. It wasn't high enough yet for Farstep's threshold. So he stood his ground, peeling back his own lips into a responding agonistic pucker. He rumbled lowly.