Redsand Canyon And all I want is a little hope

Perhaps he was willing to admit it.
Perhaps it was because he was scared to fuck up and wanted to throw the reins at someone else, to alleviate himself of responsibility for the others lives.
"Better to say now than to deny it and fuck up," he replied softly.
He knew, and he wanted the others to know that he may not be the best, and he would not be dissalusional to think he was perfect for the job, when some days he woke up and it took everything to actually get up and work for the pack.
Perhaps it was Donovan that kept him going.

Getting up in the mornings would be harder.

A thrashing slapsh, and Derg's eyes alighted of his packmate turned assailant.
Did he think Derg was weak and shouldn't lead after his admission, and wanted to do so for himself?
He was about to open his mouth to meet his attack, but jaws closed around his muzzle in dominance.
He stood still, tail high and waving in disapproval.

He rumbled low, giving the man, who he thought was posing a real challenge rather than a test, a warning. He didn't want to end up hurting Renard. Or getting himself hurt.