[Even despite being in wolf form, he snorted and shook his great head. Of course Steve couldn't take this moment entirely serious because he suspected that deep down, Steve wanted the opportunity to prove them all wrong, to prove that a few more punches counted for more than the rejection at the recruiting station. It was the fact that Steve wanted to land more punches which concerned him, but a bite emphasized everything, not just the physical.

It was why he was so loyal. That was his main trait, enhanced with his wolfish nature. It just so happened that Steve was the one that his loyalty had locked onto, though he never refrained from assisting others in a tight spot either. What would Steve's main trait be? Probably an innate goodness to do the right thing. Or maybe it would be the inability to kick the bucket so to speak. The ever immortal Steve Rogers.

He eyed Steve for a long time, wary and sad because he knew this fight was over before it had even begun. He would do anything for Steve, even the things that Steve never asked for... like a damn good nagging for waging personal war when one wasn't necessary. His ears flicked forward and then laid flat against his head again, a whine leaving him as he turned around again as if searching for a spot to escape to.]

I don't know. I just know... I can, but the details haven't been taught to be. I imagine that the change is agony, that it takes considerable energy and mental fortitude. [He stepped forward as Steve approached, bumping his head into the smaller man's chest.] If you die... James Barnes will cease to exist. I want you to understand that.

[The human aspect of him would disappear, and he would allow himself to be a wolf only. It might be the only way to escape his pain at losing Steve.]

However, if you're going to do something so stupid, I should be there as both witness and so I can wade in to assist. You know you go right off the rails when you get all righteous!