Porcupine Ridge let's give it a shot

Anwyl watched as the challenge ended. He felt bad for his silent friend, but knew that this was just how a pack worked. He watched Terich take his prize, and allowed Farstep to feed next. He lowered his head and gave a gentle wag of his dropped tail. It was a submissive position, he didn't mind waiting a few more minutes for his turn to eat though he was very hungry. However he'd rather wait his turn than dispute with the older wolf. This would be his place in the pack. An Epsilon. That was an average rank. He wasn't lowly, neither was he royalty. It was fine by him. However if more wolves soon joined, he knew he would fight for his position. He only hoped that wouldn't happen anytime soon.

So he continued to wait, eyeing the other wolves as well.