[Bucky couldn't remember a full moon that he didn't spend with Steve, not since he was a puppy where it actually just involved him running around the courtyard of the orphanage after they had snuck out of their beds. It hadn't been as pressing a need back then, but he managed to convince Steve to join him all the same, but as he put on considerable size and bulk, it was almost mandatory that he had Steve there with him. The only time he had to go out on his own was when his best friend happened to be afflicted with some illness, and even then, he took it upon himself to search up herbal remedies to help bring down Steve's fever or relieve the ache from coughing too much.

He shifted his head up enough that he wasn't crushing Steve down to the table, easily towering over his best friend, but his black bushy tail wagged with rising excitement. Normally, he would grab Steve by the head and drag his friend over to the bed to wrestle like a pair of puppies, but the intense broody silence from Steve meant that his efforts had to be more subtle. He had to cheer the blond up before he could engage them in such fun antics... before heading out into the streets around dinner time when most people were in their homes.]

Come on, it's the efforts that make the difference. How is it my fault the rabbits around here are so small anyway? I need a big coney the size of a buck. [Which he was more than aware happened to be impossible to come by, but a wolf could dream.] Why do you have to be so logical in crushing my dreams, Rogers?

[He dipped his head with the hands on his muzzle, a low pleasure groan leaving him at the scratching. His ear flicked and his head tilted in the direction. That was one of his favourite spots.]

I'm not going anywhere, and no, I don't get tired carrying you around. This is our night together, and I won't give it up for anything.