Porcupine Ridge the shining [m]

His fervent strides did not bring him close enough fast enough, and soon he was bowled over again, yelping and flipping in the slushy snow. He struggled against Taggarik, fighting hierarchy for the chance to spread his genes, but in the end he respected Taggarik more and submitted. With his back thrust against the ground, he curled his paws and tail in and whined, turning his head away from the snarling aspect of his leader, who shoved him forcefully down.

Taggarik retreated and once more the fire of desire roared in the wolf's belly, but even as he got to his feet the alpha male closed the gap between himself and Vuk. The instant the ripe female was on her feet, Taggarik mounted her, his gaze boring into his tawny beta's as all hope of reproducing faded from him. The rocking of the alpha male's hips confirmed it—from where he was standing, he was convinced the man was buried deep within the receptive female and would father a litter by her—and he loped some distance away, sulky and brooding, to nurse his bruised body and ego alike.