Blacktail Deer Plateau No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder.

The boy bares his own fangs back, lunging into her imaginary bubble, a little too close for comfort. Internally she was thrown off guard, but outwardly it did not show as she tensed her muscles, holding her ground and keeping her gaze cold. This was no time to falter. The day she let a child steal her rank was the day pigs would fly. She wouldn't let it happen, and so she puffed up her chest, an usual look for the catlike girl. 

She snaps her teeth right back, imitating him like a mime. Whatever he did, she would return it. She had little familiarity with such barbaric routines; the wolves of the southern beaches were more civilized. Rank was based on merit and royal bloodlines. Here it seemed that all a kid needed to do to rise up was snap his teeth and bare his fangs. But when in Rome, do as the Romans do- and so she would return his display of dominance until the dance was over.