It's never the same

She mirrored his scowl back at him, not intentionally as she was too focused on trying to read him and figure out what it was he wanted of her to police her own expressions.

She softened just as he did and mirrored his sitting as he leaned back on his haunches. She waited patiently, eagerly for his reply, her body still knowing that to access that information he needed to truly think about the question.

Okay, so he needed her for organizing, but more than that. He needed someone of higher rank than slave to take on the organization of a pack. The trade, supplies, the comings and goings, the meetings, and scripting, the politics and balancing the needs of the pack and keeping them afloat above the chaos of the world. Things the co-alpha should be doing. Was... Hazel not doing these things with him? Or was she focused on other aspects of the pack? She must be focused on the other aspects. She had to be. Maybe it wasn't her strength either...

As for the boundaries? Hm. Not much of an answer there either. He didn't quite know what he wanted did he? He was thrust into this position, perhaps because he was just the biggest, grabbing her was a test upon himself to see if he could order someone around.

She sat and thought herself for a moment in silence. It was nice and shielded in here.
"You're the Warlord. You can set and reset the ranks as much as you'd like. You can change the pack and it's structure on a whim if you wanted to. You can change the name and what you allowed or not. You're Alpha here. Maybe it's not the role you were ready for, but it's here now, and you can do what you like with it. Suns Breath! You could dissolve the whole thing if you wanted to, just like Ashen!" She had taken all the notes at that meeting, she knew, but she didn't have all the history of Armada.
"If you don't know what you want, then maybe what kind of Leader do you want to be is the question." She tilted her head at him. Maybe it was too far, but she wasn't trying to pushy, or judgemental.

The responsibility on his shoulders didn't have to be there if he didn't actually want it. No one was holding his feet to the fire here except him and the imaginary expectations set upon him by people that weren't even here anymore.