The subject of authority

Her golden eyes crinkled up in half moons as she watched him think, tightly circling. He was starting to master those paws of his. He circled like she had done as pup when sorting out her mind. It briefly reminded her of how she would be scolded for it. She let him run it out, there was no pain in it, it didn't need to be squashed, it probably helped him think it out, like it had her.

Hmm... what was this about being an authority? Has he had a conversation with someone about it?

"Your father is the ultimate authority on Armada only. If another Alpha comes here onto our lands, Basilisk's word holds over theirs. He commands Armada members in Armada lands. When two alpha's meet on unclaimed or open land they are equal. They can still command their own pack members but cannot command the other Alpha's pack members." She knew he wanted more about the clash of alpha's though, she picked out a stick that gotten stuck between the nubs of his crown, gently fussing over him as unobtrusively as she could, "Ideally if two alphas want the same thing, they can negotiate and talk it out. Trade goods, carefully maneuver for what they want, and give what they don't want. They are equal. They are not of higher authority than the other." She looked at him carefully, his golden eyes saying he wanted more and about something more specific.

"What brought this on little Love?" She asked, knowing full well what direction he was aiming for. She just wanted to know where it came from.
"Ignita"