[And despite his eagerness to shed both clothing and skin, Bucky had practiced this very scenario every month for the last twenty. He allowed the driver to assume that he and Steve were this far from the heart of New York for visitations rather than because they may be off to do something untoward. Two young men hurrying to the seclusion of the woods would raise more than a few eyebrows, but waiting and meandering was part of the charm, the build of energies surrounding what it was they were going to do.
His eyes were more sensitive than Steve's, and he kept pace with his friend as the loitered and meandered down the lane, keeping a little more out of the street light view so it would be easier to disappear. He sniffed the air hopefully, but it only enthused him how thick and wonderful the scent of the woods, the grass and moisture from a recent enough rain. It was distracted, but as always, he held his position until he heard the all clear from Steve. His friend had a knack for knowing when the way was open for them, and he never questioned it.
And even if he knew that a change was right there for him, he still left the safety of the city quietly and casually so as not to draw attention to a young man rushing off to the woods as if about to piss himself. He seemed to melt into the shadows as he headed off, leading the way into the comfort of the woods as the full silvery moon overhead cast light down beyond the canopy. He moved in further, searching for signs that the woods were occupied by more than them by way of human-like company, but it was barren here of life that could whistle blow upon them.
He sniffed at the air more, lifting his head towards the sky and searching for signs of predators. His fingers worked at his clothing with an energy of impatience, only then realizing how he had not buttoned his shirt properly in the first place. Stripped, he folded and forced himself to hand off his clothing to Steve for safe keeping and then stretched his arms above his head.
He changed back into the massive wolf form that was his own, a smooth transition from one flesh to the next. He issued a groan of contentment and stretched, his dark fur rippling over his body even as he turned his great head to regard Steve for a long moment, sniffing in the direction of his friend to memorize that scent all over again, aware that it would be changing tonight.]
Find a comfortable spot for us while I do a quick circuit to make certain there are no predators in the area. When I return, we will begin. [A pause as he butted his head against Steve's chest.] It would be best if you were unclothed for the change. [Puppyish, he licked a stripe right up Steve's cheek and then, wolf-laughing, he ran off into the woods to make his rounds.]
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His eyes were more sensitive than Steve's, and he kept pace with his friend as the loitered and meandered down the lane, keeping a little more out of the street light view so it would be easier to disappear. He sniffed the air hopefully, but it only enthused him how thick and wonderful the scent of the woods, the grass and moisture from a recent enough rain. It was distracted, but as always, he held his position until he heard the all clear from Steve. His friend had a knack for knowing when the way was open for them, and he never questioned it.
And even if he knew that a change was right there for him, he still left the safety of the city quietly and casually so as not to draw attention to a young man rushing off to the woods as if about to piss himself. He seemed to melt into the shadows as he headed off, leading the way into the comfort of the woods as the full silvery moon overhead cast light down beyond the canopy. He moved in further, searching for signs that the woods were occupied by more than them by way of human-like company, but it was barren here of life that could whistle blow upon them.
He sniffed at the air more, lifting his head towards the sky and searching for signs of predators. His fingers worked at his clothing with an energy of impatience, only then realizing how he had not buttoned his shirt properly in the first place. Stripped, he folded and forced himself to hand off his clothing to Steve for safe keeping and then stretched his arms above his head.
He changed back into the massive wolf form that was his own, a smooth transition from one flesh to the next. He issued a groan of contentment and stretched, his dark fur rippling over his body even as he turned his great head to regard Steve for a long moment, sniffing in the direction of his friend to memorize that scent all over again, aware that it would be changing tonight.]
Find a comfortable spot for us while I do a quick circuit to make certain there are no predators in the area. When I return, we will begin. [A pause as he butted his head against Steve's chest.] It would be best if you were unclothed for the change. [Puppyish, he licked a stripe right up Steve's cheek and then, wolf-laughing, he ran off into the woods to make his rounds.]