Porcupine Ridge MM, try me b

The yearling did not look like he was willing to give up his position in the pack just so easily and Taggarik grinned to see his spirit, spirit that had not been present at the pack hunt.

He knew that dominance could lead to romping and wrestling as each wolf tried to convince the other of their power and status; and this, he was ok with. But he would not see either of them harm another, and so true to his intention to prevent blood shed, the black wolf moved in closer like a stalwart referee. His tail was raised, his own position stated, but he did not move to support either wolf at this time.

He had his opinion, but he also wanted to see if either submitted without it.

Jhala lunged, and he watched intently.