[He laughed at the way that Steve, his golden skinny fiery Steve, bounded around like there had never been a wheeze in his friend's lungs or an uncoordinated limp slight in the gait. It was all different now as he found himself fascinated with the difference, though his tail tucked in close to his privates at the initially sniffing and then relented.

He nuzzled back, rolling to get his feet back under him as he bent his head to continue to contest Steve's nips with his own, little puppy growls before he rose and slammed his hip against Steve's. Previously a move like that would knock Steve over; now he wasn't certain it would move his friend at all.]

Well, you learned to be civilized, did you? Are you wearing pants now? [Some magics allowed them to bind clothing to them so changing wouldn't leave them exposed.] I think more than a handful have. It smells like one might have even raised a litter in here.