[ Steve's mood darkens, spurred on by Bucky's evident dissatisfaction by it. He knew of Schmidt and his pack, the danger that lurked on the the fringes; and he had never liked Schmidt, not his calculating ways, the beady way he looked at Bucky sometimes.
His hackles were raised again, despite Bucky's efforts to smooth them over, and he makes to get up -- the growing bits of good mood tanking. He didn't want to see Bucky joined with him, to be set aside by him just to be bred, his best friend would be miserable for it, and his heart ached at that thought.
He shifted his head to nuzzle against his, snout rubbing along Bucky's own with a renewed enthusiasm. ] Not him. You can't go with him. You won't be happy.
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His hackles were raised again, despite Bucky's efforts to smooth them over, and he makes to get up -- the growing bits of good mood tanking. He didn't want to see Bucky joined with him, to be set aside by him just to be bred, his best friend would be miserable for it, and his heart ached at that thought.
He shifted his head to nuzzle against his, snout rubbing along Bucky's own with a renewed enthusiasm. ] Not him. You can't go with him. You won't be happy.