Redsand Canyon And all I want is a little hope

No, he didn't blame Renard at all.
He wouldn't trust himself, but those were boots to fill.
Derg had never actually helped lead a pack before.

"Gimme a minute to prove myself," he chuckled softly.
He hadn't really been faced with a challenge yet. Except for Renard's scrutiny. Which was fine.

The next words from Renard earned a questionable tilt of the head before he came streaking for him.
Blonde.
All he saw were those jaws yearning to slice his face, to maim him and hurt him. Deform him.
He reacted lighting fast - faster than ever - and slammed his jaws down on Renard's own, not caring where his teeth landed, but knowing that doing so stopped him being hurt.
He then twisted his body around, aiming to slam him into the ground, letting go of his muzzle in the process so he didn't get dragged down.