I don't know what I'm doing

Novocaine felt fangs digging into his own neck on the left side, a hiss of pain slide from his jaw and he released his grip. Without much thought he readjusted his position, the red boy’s forepaw brushing dangerously close to Novocaine’s own right forepaw. His tail wavered briefly and then the grey boy shifted his weight back, seeking to rise up on his hind legs, hoping it would force the red boy to release his grip. Neck would twist, skull turning once more towards his opponent though much sharper this time. Gaping jaws seeking out the much more tender flesh near the base of the other male’s skull on the red boy’s right side. With a snarl he would seek to violently shift his weight forwards and to his left side, at best slamming his weight into the red boy as he once more sought to stand on all fours, at worst potentially driving in the grip he was aiming for.