Act dominant and aggressive

Wasting no time, you try to turn the tables. You leap to your feet and lunge towards the pack leader, snarling and yelling at the top of your lungs. Make myself big, you think, arms spread wide. You wrap your long legs around the leader's neck and twist, bringing both of you down to the ground.

In a fair fight, the animal should win. It has all the advantages: claws, powerful muscles, rending teeth. You're so weak in comparison. Yet you have one quality it lacks, what Toby might colloquially refer to as "balls" but you prefer simply to think of as stupidity + courage. You go at this thing with all you have, and it is so surprised and unsure of how to react that it yields. After all, why would you, something that looks so much like prey, attack it unless you could actually win?

So the creature gives a pitiful yowl and rolls away. It bares its throat. You grin and let loose a triumphant howl, then turn to survey the other members of the pack. They lower their heads in submission, acknowledging that by beating their leader, you have claimed its title as pack leader.

The heady rush of adrenaline that allowed you to take such a stupidly courageous course of action still rushes through your body. Your pulse pounds at your temple, and you let yourself savour the moment. Rolling around on the ground with the creature has left your naked body covered in dirt and some scratches, your hair matted and dishevelled. You wonder what Toby would think of you if he could see you right now—part of you wishes he could!

The thought occurs to you that you effectively have a small pack of hunting animals at your command now….