I don't know what I'm doing

So he had stalked off to wait impatiently for the boy to approach. The red pup would speak and Novocaine snorted. So be it! Without a word he shifted his position, tail swinging out flat behind him and his eyes narrowing. The fur along his spine rose as ears pinned flat against his skull and lips curled up to reveal yellowed fangs. A growl curled from his clenched jaw and he lowered his head over his throat. He rolled his shoulders forwards and bent his knees, toes splaying.

Then he charged, a roar exploding from within him as he veered ever so slightly to his left. He aimed to draw up right in front of the boy, hoping to slam his right shoulder into the red pup’s chest. His legs splayed and toes spreading again, knees readjusting into their bent position to try and keep his momentum in control. The one eyed boy suddenly pulled his head back and darted open jaws sharply to his right and attempted to grasp his opponent’s neck. He hoped to grip the left side near the base of the neck.