Porcupine Ridge MM, try me b

The tawny male diverted his course from the cache he'd been about to dig through, drawn by the sound of a howl on the wind. While he didn't interpret its meaning, he often responded to howls either with howls of his own or by his presence. This one was near enough that he chose the latter. He wasn't disappointed when he arrived to find Anwyl squaring off against Jhala.

The Gamma took his place near to Taggarik, seating himself to watch for the time being. He had no qualms with getting involved should the challenge draw out too long, although he was unsure who he would support. While Jhala was a mature female and Anwyl was an immature male, both of them stood beneath him in rank, so their ages didn't affect him. He would need another metric by which to measure their worthiness. For now, his eyes remained fixed upon the light-haired Anwyl.