The subject of authority

“I know,” Citadel said, a little smuggly. Pleased that his mother had stopped what she was doing to pay attention to him. When she pulled out from under him he sighed dramatically, and leaned against a wall until she was done.


His mothers response was thoughtful, speaking of situational authority. Which wasn't something he'd considered before. She then posed a question to him and he huffed. “That's what I'm asking! Sort of. Who has ultimate authority between the two of you? You're both the highest in the pack. But if it came down to it, if you both said a different order, which one would stand?” He had more questions, but needed to get to the bottom of this one first.