His poke about fighting their mom garnered a laugh, but Chan would only be so patient with Nash's word vomit and took advantage of his pause for breath to interject. Nash's teeth clicked as he shut his mouth, burning with embarrassment. He really needed to get the run-on sentences under control; he did it far too much. Luckily, his older brother didn't seem to mind so much.
Relief washed through him at Chan's easy agreement, but then Nash's ears shot straight up.
"I am? As in, present tense?" He hated how hopeful he sounded. He had been doing the work already, hadn't he? Maybe he didn't have to do anything extra to gain a title.
He really liked the sound of having a title.
When Chan launches into his hypothetical scenario, it takes Nash a minute to realize that's what it is. He's ready to protest, ask Chan where he's going, beg him to stay for their mother if nothing else, but the mention of Aleister and a broken leg settled his face into confusion, and then the final question has him shutting his mouth in thought.
The other women had pups to look after, and everyone else were either new or young. Even if he didn't think he himself would be the best leader, Nash couldn't settle on anyone else he would turn to. Nobody else outranked him either, so it wasn't as though he'd have to fight anyone.
"When you put it that way..." he finally said, more pensive than he intended to be. This put a new spin on things. How could he plan on leaving with Chan if his brother ever decided to wander off permanently when there would be no one else left to lead? How could he do the very thing he'd been scarred by? How could he leave these wolves without a family, a protector?
He knew he should be pleased by this news, and on some level he was; he was honored, really, that his brother had so much faith in him, but the sudden weight of responsibility that descended on him...