Porcupine Ridge let's give it a shot

He stood solidly over the goat carcass, never wavering in his bid for authority over Terich-mir. He played the part of a dominant wolf well. Without the explicit backing of the pack, Farstep could only rely on Terich-mir backing down first, an outcome he hoped to force with sheer intimidation. His wish was that it remain non-physical, not only because it became threatening then but because it was his preference.

Unfortunately for Farstep, Terich-mir had no qualms with getting physical, and closed the distance between them. Farstep's snarl intensified and his lips peeled back further the closer the dark wolf got, but he respected their positions as pack mates, so although he would've mangled the approaching snout of a stranger, he held still. He held Terich-mir's gaze until the moment that his nape was pinched, and it was at that moment that Farstep knew he'd lost, because winning now wasn't worth biting back. They were evenly matched and it would create undue tension between the pack's wolves for their dominance spat to continue. Besides, there was plenty of meat this time.

He pressed back his ears and relented, letting his tail fall and his head with it. He allowed Terich-mir the grip on his nape as a sign of victory over this encounter, but he didn't remain there for too long before he pulled away to wait for the light-haired wolf to feed. For now, Terich-mir would be the superior between them, though he would always push the envelope as he tended to do, and perhaps a day would come when the pack would become involved and choose one or the other. For now, he accepted his place beneath Terich-mir with a low whine, a wiggle of his lowered tail and a submissive grin that hid his teeth. Though his submission was obvious, it wasn't very severe, as evidenced by his pulling back; he fully intended to be next in line now, supposing Anwyl would allow him to be.