Porcupine Ridge let's give it a shot

The two slim wolves stood facing each other, neither willing to back down or step forward to claim what was theirs, at least not yet. Farstep had the advantage at the moment, being the one standing over the goat, and Terich's brilliant blue gaze studied him carefully. There was a hesitancy in his step, in the way his eyes roamed the area between them, that told the DeMonte that perhaps he could win this challenge more easily than he originally thought.

Not that the challenge was orchestrated as such; Terich-mir just thought that being Capri's companion made him the obvious choice to go next. He wasn't aware that such a challenge might afford him a higher rank; he was simply hungry. After a long moment of silence, with the tension stretching paper-thin between the entire group, Terich-mir decided to act. His ears twitched forward and he took one, two, three steady strides toward the other, now nearly chest to chest with Farstep. Terich was slightly taller, though not by much, but it allowed him to crane his neck over Farstep's, to reveal his teeth, and place his muzzle against the other's nape. With a slightly nip, he physically revealed his intentions of overpowering the other, using his bodyweight to push his chest against his.

Since this was not a violent tussle, Terich gave Farstep the opportunity to back down before his teeth sank in deeper.